Elementals: Ice Wolves

drop a child from a great height counted as “rescue,” but he probably wasn’t meant to be thinking about that. “Sure are fancy,” Rayna agreed. “But fancy puppets won’t feed me dinner.” When Anders looked over, she was pulling her f ishing rod from inside her coat, screwing the sections together until the handle was complete, and taking up position at the edge of the building. There was a sausage seller right below them, a wizened little man, only his gray hair and thick green coat visible from Anders’s vantage point. Rayna lowered the hook, and when he wasn’t looking, she carefully snagged one of his sausages. Below them the crowd was still gasping over the end of the puppet show and handing up copper coins for the performers, arguing about how the dragon puppet had been made to breathe f ire. Rayna reeled the line back in quickly and carefully, swinging it around toward Anders, who unhooked the sausage. He rolled over onto his back and made it swim up and down like

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