Felltree Marsh black bridge

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Kanuk felt the blood roll across her tongue and did not spit it out. It marked her jaw, stained the white of her throat with streaks of pink. No time; he snapped after her and went for her legs.

She kept herself low and moved them with a churn, but was not quick enough. Something snared an ankle - a clack of teeth trying to beartrap around the joint.

The woman deftly caught upon some roots and pulled free, though was not unscathed, the injury anointing the roots with red. A snap of her own teeth to warn the boy back - and she spun against the mud, veering for another direction.