Her bad business senses were tingling.

There was a pack nearby, that much Namir could smell. Didn’t even need a sixth sense for that one. But shit was it hot out. It was like the arid region she’d grown up in – but somehow worse. The air felt stifling. There was no water on the ground but it felt like there was more in the air. Once again, the woman found herself hating this damn forest, its damn weather, and especially its newest tenants. “Why don’t you do somethin’ about it, huh?” she grumbled to the pack not-so-far off. The coyotes apparently couldn’t care less. Maybe Crow shouldn’t, either.