Lost Creek Hollow my light

together they coursed the snow among the caribou and their grunting snorts, the bellows here and there to announce the wolven danger.

he did not direct morwenna, only put out his senses for her as she ran beside. his own directness was for the kill, and he wove between the fleeing ruminants with a confidence which would seem too haphazard were it not for the hunter's great experience.

sun eater and morwenna cut the wounded creature from its number, and now the true work of wearing down its energies began. he drew blood from a half dozen wounds and received two heavy bruises for his effort, though tall frame remained in snarling lunge that guarded the starweaver all the same.