Verdigris Ravine the wanting call

Not only did he miss his target, the wolf’s sharp teeth scraped over the pale slope of Talis’s dorsum. An involuntary shriek escaped the coyote’s throat as he whirled for escape, unwittingly doing more damage as the intruder’s fangs sank into the flesh alongside his spine. It parted in a long weal the entire length of his backbone.

It felt like fire seared down the span of his back as he finally scrambled out of reach. Alternating between choked whimpers and sharper cries, Talisman hastily limped away from the scene convinced he was a dying man.