Caught in the snare of a Mengarian wolf lizard.  It was a horrible way to die.   

She squats down a safe distance away.  “Might be the pack isn’t hungry.  You could have three,
maybe four days to break free.”  

Furious eyes glare at her.  “And spend ten days dying from the snare’s toxin!”

“There’s that.  Anti-venom is expensive.  Half a year’s profits.”

“Which you won’t spend!” the youngster spits out.

“No one gets rich giving away money.”  She turns to leave.

“Furlow!!!  Don’t leave me like this!  Kill me!”

Her sister’s screams follow her all the way to her ship.


                                                        
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