Imaq darted after the quail she'd been stalking, breaking from the cover of underbrush, only for her altered balance to send her sliding. She crashed into the ground, spitting a curse in the northern tongue as she went down heavily. The bird flitted away with panicked flaps and hops, leaving the she-dog in the dirt alone.
Rising with a sigh, the shepherd glanced back at her scarred haunch as if she could curse it into regrowing a new limb. Shaking her head in frustration, Seelie moved into a discouraged walk -- heading for one of the small streams to wash the blood and dirt from her scraped elbows and ribs.
Rising with a sigh, the shepherd glanced back at her scarred haunch as if she could curse it into regrowing a new limb. Shaking her head in frustration, Seelie moved into a discouraged walk -- heading for one of the small streams to wash the blood and dirt from her scraped elbows and ribs.
"...and all around was the bitter arctic cold and the immense silence of the North..."
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »