Sunbeam Lair well, the world might cut you down again, but you know the way back home

They moved into place. Seamless. If this man were not of Mereo, he would make a fine hunter with us.

He could think little more. As his companion wedged his way between the ewe and the ram, Merrit raced along the outskirts to stop the ewe from taking off.

The stronger one had disappeared. An advantage for them. Perhaps the ram would pursue her - but he could not see what his companion was making of him.

The ewe bleated and struck out towards him, clipping his side as he made a round about her. A sharp pain stabbed along his lower ribs but he had known pain before, and he pressed onward, until he rounded about and found purchase on the ewe’s haunch.

He grappled her, and sought to topple her down, or to strangle her neck with the reach of his jaws.