Spotted Eagle Mountain little voice

using what we discussed, @Spring!

shardul struck at the pair out of desperation, not knowing if he would meet flesh, but luck was with him. his claws glanced along the woman's side, and he shrieked in triumph. perhaps it would be enough to slow the pair; shardul used the last reserves of his speed and dropped down onto a ledge beneath the fleeing wolves -- he spoke not, nor did he pause, for the river was there and he did not wish to fall.

madness sparked hotly in his eyes; shardul bared his fangs and slashed at the woman's face. in the next moment, he lost his footing upon the shale and slipped some inches, but the crazed shrieking of his bloodlust buoyed him.

he leapt then upon the unsteady surface for the pale wolf, his prize. his treasure -- the culmination of all shardul had come to be.