Rising Sun Valley before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves

blood flooded into his muzzle, but shardul twisted aside as white teeth slashed his cheek. the cut was superficial, but bled profusely, running along his face to mingle with that of the wolf's. the silver cat leapt free of the morass and prowled to circle his prey. for that wounding would he prolong the other's suffering, though the usual fear had not yet entered the features of the foolish tabaqui. no matter -- shardul would shatter the wolf upon the altar of his own pride.