Spotted Eagle Mountain ein sturm brecht an

Not two seconds after he shouted, “Tierra” lost her footing and went tumbling—his shoulder came up around his ears as if bracing for impact himself—and landed in a bush bristling with bare branches. Caracal’s ears flattened at his sister’s yelp. He hissed sympathetically through his teeth, then scrambled over toward her.

Oh shit, Tierra! Fuck! My bad! Are you okay?! the boy hollered en route, leaping down the slight outcropping and mildly twisting his ankle. Ignoring its smarting, Caracal nosed toward his sibling and let out a snort. Ohhh shit, Sphyra, my b, my b! Fuck! You’re okay, right? Because, out of the twins, she was definitely the most unshakably indestructible.