Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

the man shifted toward the sheep.

tamar felt the eyes upon him and then she was coursing in a pincer across from the stranger.

she was not built for steppes; and yet she remembered the dunes and rolling sands of her homeland. and here she transformed into a shimmering giltblood shape. tamar remembered, and her swiftness returned to her limbs.

she cut sideways, snapping at one flank to drive the animal into a hard right.