Sun Mote Copse But when your load gets heavy, maybe call it a night

He latched onto one of the silken ears and planted his feet, clearly giving her his best shot. Wildfire braced herself and gave back, chestnut eyes dancing merrily over the body between them as her son shook it back and forth. She did not go easy at him, at least not yet, but the carcass was a different story. She could feel the flesh and fur beginning to tear in her teeth and knew that if it gave way, it would send both of them flying backward.