Vivian laughed aloud, her even white teeth sparkling in the redness of
her lips. She was tall, shapely, a twenty-five year old goddess in her
Wolf clan kilts. "I'll bet you did, sweetie."
One of the other warriors entered from behind Vivian, looked at the
dead Horse woman and shuddered. "What a way to die, not even able to
defend yourself." She said to Vivian worriedly, "They've got an awful
lot of equipment, chief."