Luneshale Pass pantano

spared the sickening sail of child through empty air, khusobek kept the resolve of straining teeth on soto.

the woman slammed into his side, the child-blinder his front. their teeth collided, lips splitting.

at the last, reptilian twist of broad shoulders turned his meat for her teeth again; in the tangle of their warring bodies, priestess chose and captain answered.

his jaws turn not on safiya's assailant, but on the woman, a smaller target and one less sinewy. teeth bled off his head, forehead scored, blood in hot running as a wound opened above one eye. but beyond her was soto. sacrificing an ear to the man's next bite, khusobek grabbed what piece of the red wolf's upper form he might, latching teeth as tightly as the quarry he sought; he would shake her to and fro, bearing what Amun would allow from the child-killer's continued attacks.

it would not be so bad to die here, so long as one of these three died with him, something to feed into the Devourer's teeth before his own soul was tasted.