The Sunspire [m] war dart

but akavir did not go away, and muskrat dropped to her belly on the thin lip of stone. his voice carried easily through the thin air to her; the warrior flexed her paws against the ledge and snorted. "i have been hurt many times, tuta runa. always make it back."

her eyes took on a heated glitter. "leave quiet for reason. big white wolf, he come first from creek to find me. kick rock at him also. not here for men. will come back when this over. with meat."

there. now all his questions had been answered. she wanted him to go away. the creek had new pups and he with another warrior were all the way here. for her? muskrat did not like it.

she watched him, lying her chin across forepaws as she willed the mountain beneath her body to chase away the heat.