Redsand Canyon proximus

She didn’t know what he was talking about. Fennec knew nothing of their customs, but she knew the girl she’d met wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to. That was what Fennec trusted - any moves she made, she would make them to her own end. That kind of wolf could be counted on to be predictable. And reliable, as long as goals aligned.

Wife. It sounded impersonal. She nearly let it pass as his current mood, but stopped short.

Will you tell me why you want him dead? It didn’t need to be now, but she was interested.