Whitefish River When God is gone and the Devil takes hold

One foreleg found its way around her neck as she slowed, and soon she was tumbling downward. The flurry of their descent was a vicious one, but no wounds were gained fortunately enough. The alpha female moved and nipped his face, but was quick to untangle herself from him and find a place to squat and pee. It was over quick, and she drank again, glad for their run. 

So glad, in fact, that she took off at a run again, alerting her mate with a sharp bark; they would make good time in their return home.