Porcupine Ridge artemis

blood; metallic upon the air.

muskrat thought of the vale below. did they hunt with such feral ease? did viskani deign to catch her own meals? a laugh turned to growl in her throat as the goat began to falter.

for her part, the small sentinel grabbed deathly hold of the nearest flank, sawing her head to and fro, claws ripping the earth. tail revolved wildly, muskrat let herself be dragged along.