Porcupine Ridge I found myself in the fire burned hills

As predicted, the woolen creatures weren't about to stand around and guess whether they'd be lunch or not. They bolted toward the wolves, probably with the intent of intimidating them out of the way but also probably blind to the direction they ran, but that was exactly what Farstep was hoping for. Sure, it was dangerous and either one of them could get kicked and seriously injured, but they were wolves and they were agile, and they weren't looking for anything but a bit of practice, a bit of fun. He was confident neither of them would be harmed.

As a billy galloped toward him, Farstep flung himself to the left and narrowly missed being trampled. He pranced around another wooly white thing as it charged past, and then he caught sight of Jhala dodging her own goat. Whether she was having fun or was completely terrified, he really couldn't tell. A little of both, if she was sane. He certainly was frightened as well, but knew he could count on her if anything went bad. For now he let his tongue hang out and barked a deep note, sending a few more of the animals scattering, this time away from them. He raced to catch up.