Silver Moraine I have seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you

coyotes in any concentration enraged mountain boulder.

with new cubs in the rise and perhaps more to come, the giant man was on alert. the moraine was far too close to redtail for such challenge.

two figures, one a child, the other vaguely wolfish, were menaced by the pests. mountain boulder was among them on broad and noiseless feet, snapping one way and then another, paternal instinct setting him between unknown pup and the hunger of vermin.