Swiftcurrent Creek If we run this light, take a little life

Whack!

A sharp crack against his hindquarters, wheeling him around. He glared in the general direction of—oh, her.

Mae.

Jakub waddled past that smack and then wheeled, staring at the girl who had assaulted him.

Whatever pain inflicted was his worst enemy;

And he had no sense of time;

Now's pain was the worst enemy and so

He barrelled forward, charging toward Mae, hoping to bowl her over and pin her down and pummel her into the dirt