She held the spear over one shoulder, at the ready. Humans weren’t allowed to carry firearms by treaty stipulation, but a spear would suffice to ward off a kingpig if it was bold or desperate enough to try stalking her.
At the crossroads that marked the edge of the human reservation, the Glaw sentries lay sunning themselves. She showed her papers, and was waved on with a grunt. The only advantage to being human on 51 Pegasi d was that Glaw, regardless of their station in their own society, would not lower themselves to bother with a human for long.