Broken Antler Fen not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree

she was keenly aware of him behind her, of the sun that dipped slowly beyond the horizon, taking with its fading glow her rationality and the last shreds of her boldness. it was not long before her breath came heavy, her steps jagged and blunt, dull pain spreading around her ribs. it was then the flame whirled, launching a desperate attack akin to a cornered buck. fangs strove for his muzzle, and she moved low as she lunged, remembering dully the lessons from Queenie.