Redsand Canyon something bad about to happen

the pace aquene kept was unusually speedy. qiao strode alongside her, halting suddenly when she caught sight of the shape on the boulder.

good heavens, was it hideous. qiao initially mistook it for molten rock, save it snored and stank. a gob of drool hung down from one fleshy jowl, darkening the stone beneath it.

she looked to aquene in disbelief, her voice a whisper. this is the thing?? something attacked this? something had chosen -- willingly -- to rape this creature?

this boggled qiao's mind, which sprung now with a thousand questions.

ugly as her patient was, qiao had a duty to mereo. collecting herself, the herbalist stepped to the stone and prodded diesel with one sharp claw. good morning. qiao chirped, olive gaze leveling with the sleepy goliath on the stone. i am qiao, akashingo's hemet. come to think of it, didn't akashingo have their own little goblin as well? maybe every pack in the teekon had a decorative gargoyle to be trotted out like a curiosity. please step down from the stone, so i may have a good look at you.