Verdigris Ravine and the rest hope for a shoulder

fox, she said. water, next. both these things zoug knew, along with the spilling of bones and her intent magpie look.

she meant to warn him.

zoug glanced toward the few inches of sunwarmed water sloshing lazily through the ravine. but he was thoughtful.

he lifted a paw. "should tribe leave this place?" he did not expect her to understand; he thumped his chest, said "tribe," and pointed out, beyond into the burning reaches of the sun.