Fendros couldn't help but return the grin. Ahnasha rarely made it hard to know what she wanted.

"Well," Fendros said, slowly leaning to follow Ahnasha. "I deferred any changes to the plan until tomorrow, so..." He positioned himself over Ahnasha until their faces were nearly touching. "I think we have plenty..." He kissed her quickly. "...of time..." Another kiss. "...to talk..."

They both savoured the night away from children and their packmates. The relative rarity of such occasions tended to make them special again.

The day after was one of trivial preparation. Sabine brewed her potions, others honed their weapons, enough rope for bindings was bought, and a plan to rendezvous with Ahnasha's group after the ambush was permeated to everyone. It actually served to answer the hanging question of where they would take their captives; the city was not exactly a place where they could pretend that they were driving slaves.