deception in the handshakes

Lefty knows this much. Still, she is in charge of much of herself. She is technically a slave to the Armada, but that doesn't change her purpose-- or rather, the truth of it.

The blue-toned wolf looks towards the sky. Lefty breathes in. On her left, March is sniffing dried blood. Above her, Storm-Eye swings in small circles, chattering and eager.

Lefty does not call out. Instead, they wait, settling back and observing. She knows that she will be seen. Sooner or later. That's what matters.