Lion Head Mesa seven foot frame, rats along his back

Her own mouth stretched in a rueful smile. She didn't mean to paint the entire region in the colors of her trauma—it just. . .happened to be that way. I was nearly drowned and kidnapped at that creek, as a child, Maegi remarked.

But, she continued, don't let that stop you. It was once, long ago, and those wolves are dead and gone. Or so she hoped. It's a lovely place, otherwise.

Perhaps this noble thing would be good for her. She did have knowledge in spades, and a lot of wretched time upon this earth upon which to reflect and advise.