Porcupine Ridge I found myself in the fire burned hills

He sprang nimbly between the stupidly fleeing creatures, too caught up in his own game to notice the way they knocked into one another. They were heedless of their companions. Farstep was not so heedless of his; he felt the brush of Jhala's coat against his own and turned his snout briefly to acknowledge her, but then they were forced apart as she went left and he swung right.

He felt more than saw that she had fallen, and immediately he wheeled, putting himself in the line of a wayward goat that was straying from the herd. It buffeted him as it trampled past, but though his shoulder smarted and he stumbled from the force of it, he was okay. Jhala was up and running again with a bark and Farstep was quick to follow, now acknowledging that perhaps this wasn't the greatest idea. Nevertheless, the exhilaration of it was enough to keep him going. The stampede would soon end, and they could assess one another when it was over.