Nuan Ara folded his paws on his lap. “It is Nuan Re, the esteemed grandmother, she of great wisdom, the root from which we grow.” “May her feet never touch the ground.” It wasn’t my first rodeo. I knew the customs. The Merchant clans revered their elders. If Grandmother wanted something, the entire clan would turn themselves inside out to get it. I had to honor this request or the Nuans would hate me forever. What could she possibly want? “She wishes to obtain a small predator.” “A small predator?” “Yes.” Nuan Ara nodded. “The silent, stealthy, vicious killer that prowls by night and
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