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Whatever landed on the ground spoke in too high a pitch of Tonravik to understand or translate herself. She looked at the flying rat, and the woman cocked her head, one ear falling forward. One might think the action cute if they discounted the predatory curiosity that came alight in her eye. She had seen bats before. But one had never come so close to her. Tonravik had heard nothing good of them; unbeknownst to her, her relative by blood but by nothing else had succumbed to the bite of a rabid one.

Tonravik was not hungry. All the same, the feral wolf was something like a cat when it came to small critters, though only on occasion. For a moment she was as still as a rigid corpse in the Winter, but she escaped that deathly stillness when she sprang forward, moving to snap at the creature not so far from her at all if she moved as she could. Her jaws were splayed, and it was she that looked like a bat out of Hell as she made to snap at the tiny figure.