Snippet #2717615

“Neverland…?” Rick wondered, but Crane’s name was familiar enough. He didn’t imagine a lot of folks were named Crane. “Well for one, this ain’t an island. It’s a continent.”

The word about his smell gave him pause. He thought he had done a good job disguising his scent for the sake of the hunt, but this woman appeared to possess a keen sense of smell. “I have met Crane, though. She’s also at Wing City.

“Anyway,” Rick hefted the beast carcass over his other shoulder, “Be seein’ ya.” He began to head back to his caravan. She seemed harmless enough, and he had bills to pay.