Bearclaw Valley By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,

CRASH! went the demon into his side, and DOWN went the lanky man, down down down. He tumbled over in a heap of legs, tail tucked, spattering blood across his belly. He rolled and caught sight of his adversary, wherever he may be—

Why are ye doin' this?! he exclaimed, eyes wide as moons. Why don't ye leave off me?

Fraser struggled to find his breath, struggled to rise to his paws again. Up on his fores, the sensation of pain returning to his tail. He tried to run but like something hobbled, his limbs watery. His resolve was fading. He just wanted to be home.

Take me home!!