Stone Circle hold your devil by his spoke and spin hi(m) to the ground

he'd be quick, with enough of a head for her own needs to focus.
when they came away, true to his word, he yawned and stretched and began to track his way after the herd.
if the woman followed, colt would show her the misaligned hoofprints in the dirt. "gotter bum leg," he said of the buck.
he moved through the land like a shark. he stopped to investigate more spoor and lifted his head to look for the antlers silhouetted against the sky.