cen put all thoughts of bitterness from him. exchanging a look with his daughter, he spoke not, but led headlong into the speed that carried hunters in beeline for the cow and beleaguered calf. caribou sprang away as the dark racing came, and the cow ran in the opposite direction with ailing young tucked for now at her flank.
chieftain swerved. in retreat, there was little threat to fa'liya, but quickly could that change with all abruptness, and he kept himself slightly between her and the prey, teeth gleaming as he demonstrated how best to harry the fleeing creature's heels and draw slow blood from ekeing flesh.
