Whitefish River When God is gone and the Devil takes hold

There was a moment when a sound distracted Tonravik, and her tongue lingered flatly on his face and her eyes were elsewhere and her ears perked... but when she came to, there was a paw coming fast for her. It pressed at her, and then he was on his back. Tonravik huffed as his paw flexed on her chest and he took to gnawing at her.

She looked up and moved her foreleg to place it on his chest and to dip down to grab his face with gentle teeth to get him to stop moving and struggling. Then she withdrew, moved to nip his forehead, rose to a stand, and bolted away.