Bitterroot Valley A Mix of Lives comes with Curses and Blessings

PP since she gets the free pass. :P

The last few steps are the ones Thuringwethil uses the most, forcing her paws harder against the earth to leap and close the distance. He doesn’t react to her approach with anything more than the dumbfounded look on his face she can’t even appreciate. She slams into the unsteady canine easily, speed forcing her to move past him when the impact isn’t enough to slow her down. Jaws snap to try and grasp anything she can, slicing any bit she can to help drag him down. 

It takes a few rolls before she’s up right and in a fraction of a second on all fours. Her head drops and she bares her teeth, feet slinking into a circle around him. Slate eyes narrow while she watches him, waiting until he’s back on his feet again—if at all. The scent of the maplewood hits her, confirming her quick judgment seconds before the impact. Thuringwethil had told her wolves the law, had Reek not told his?