Raptors didn’t quite snore, but this one was as close as any she’d ever heard. Quet watched it sleep, her chin propped up on a fist, and thought.

She was fairly certain by now. Too many small coincidences - the way he’d picked up commands on the first try, or responded to old signals she hadn’t tried showing him yet - and there was the feeling, too ( Read more... )

Heat shimmered on red Durotar rocks, turning valleys into lakes and rivers. Past the mirage, the watershed glittered in the late afternoon light, and the river beyond shone almost too bright to look at.

Quet stood, wiping sweat from her brow, and looked around.
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