Lion Head Mesa she reeled in my sight

Red sand. It was almost poetic that the forces poised to extinguish the Dying Light were also amassing in red sand. He was prepared to leave immediately and leave these fragrant Akashingo courtesans to his father’s wiles, and turned as if to go, only to find Arielle there.

His immediate gut reaction was to turn her down, but Arielle had a point. Aventus couldn’t deny she would add more credence to any lie he spun in the presence of the Saints, and if things went south, he could use the extra set of teeth to claw his way out.

It is easier to explain two wolves traveling together than one alone so close to winter, he said. He still didn’t like the thought of putting their physician in harm’s way, but Aventus also knew there was no budging Arielle when she set her mind to something. Beneath his concern, he flared with pride and gratitude both.

Confidence in himself and his unremarkable appearance aside, he was nervous about walking into their enemy’s jaws. Arielle soothed some of that.