Sheepeater Cliff it's the end/friend of mine

Secretly she had hoped that he would bare his teeth back at her but instead he crumples backwards, boneless. Turgid guilt surges up in her. Petroleum that gutters up through gaps in the earth. Choked by aggression and remorse, black and red blooming across her vision in alternating bands. 

Whatever, she seethes, which is the closest she will get to saying sorry. Eat this and you'll be sick.

Bailey remained unaware under that tense forehead that she had scared him more than he had scared her. Fur spiked upwards, thickened by the lukewarm stench that rose from the ground wave after wave.