Swiftcurrent Creek and when the levee breaks

Oh, for fuck's sake. There was no reasoning with these wolves.

He barely heard the woman's next sentiment, nor the male's holler, as the blood pounded in his ears and he turned tail to run. The latter of the two landed a nice gash onto his shoulder--reopening the wound left by the turkey; fantastic--and then there was a third, the fleeting shadow he thought he'd seen in the brush, leaping into the fray.

He was angry, and wanted to fight, but knew that doing so would bring forth his brother's wrath. . .not something he wanted to play with, right now. Especially with Pema likely pregnant. He swallowed his pride, saving it for another day.

Without another word, Shale took off running the opposite direction, not stopping until he was well away from those bastards.