Bearclaw Valley come up to the clouds my lamb

Off went the beastly thing of the earth, in to the shadows with a crash of tumult; then all Karst could do was stare after Astyanax where he lay. When he could feel his jellied legs become solid again he tumbled towards him, throwing himself upon his brother to check for life. He administered licks all over every inch he could touch, sniffed at his nose, held his own breath to listen for a heartbeat—anything, anything and everything, to make sure his brother had not left him.