Kintla Flatlands For just as Every Seed holds the Power

Easy flinched when she saw the hoof fly out, her stomach dropping. If she had led this young woman straight from newfound freedom into death, she didn't know how she would live with herself. But Everest moved swiftly, and Easy gave a joyous shout as the wolf clamped down on the pronghorn's leg.

The blackbear flew then into action, powerful legs tearing across the snow-packed plains and then launching her into the air. She hit the pronghorn in its side like a torpedo, and the both went sprawling.

It was a wrestling match, after that. The two women had to work together to keep the pronghorn from finding its legs, and to keep those legs from finding their flesh and bone! Eventually, it was wounded enough that the life bled out of it, and Easy sat back with her tongue lolling. "Good work," she panted, her heart racing. She waved a paw at the felled pronghorn, whose open wounds steamed in the freezing weather.

"Phew," she said, sitting back in the snow. "You've got some legs on you, huh? I don't think I was ever that fast."