"Good," he told her. The soldier shook his mane and frowned.
"Come," he tried again. The language barrier would make it difficult to tell her directions, and Isifo hated the border. He would hand her off to a more experienced Firekin.
He wondered, vaguely, when the sands would get too crowded to house anymore rogues.
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