Silver Moraine Sitting here in the afternoon,

the interloper weakened. yikaas struck her a few more times and then dragged her to where the man still lay curled on the dirt. if she still fought then, a handful of lighter cuffs would send her down into oblivion.

yikaas wondered idly who she was even as his own panic rose: she could be a pack wolf, part of a family clan even now searching for her. and now, with one stranger senseless and the other soon to be, the caribou hunter found himself unsure of what to do with either of them.

his blows spoke for him.