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blood melted its hot scent into the air, and finley cried his name with a mouth that seemed full of it. lasher stared at her, horrified; his mind came into play a moment later, and he smelled the hot slaver of the bear as it turned toward him. no!
he snarled at the former plateau wolf, lunging to the left, tail revolving wildly to maintain his footing upon the blood-splashed loam.
he feinted again as the bear snarled; taltos intended to draw the ill-tempered ursine away from finley, back toward her cub; he would not see the girl die today, not even if she had meant for the bear to slay her.
his gaze, frenzied with fear and worry, darted toward the redhawk wolf — from where he was he could not assess her body or her strength, and his attention was soon diverted back toward their enemy, whom he sought to cunningly charm with a series of short, sharp barks.