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qiao remained silent, but if eyes could ever communicate the intent of their holder, qiao’s words were clear: you will die, and i will eat you from the snow and carry on.

she was too practical a creature to bicker with an imp. her expression melted away into something blank and unreadable as the small thing seemed to collect his senses and accept the wolfking’s outstretched offer. qiao had no intention of being so trustworthy — here was how babies found themselves swallowed in the mouth of monsters, and qiao was no freshfaced babe lost to the woods. 

she would slip away, but later she would return to this spot and trace their footsteps in the snow to akashingo.