Lost Creek Hollow my light

back and forth roved wolf and bull, until the heavy hooves seemed that they would cleave the leader's head. beneath the lifted leg he soared to tear chest and score; he was kicked aside into the soft snow as new blood caused new panic in his quarry.

sun eater ran the bull down the slope into the stones which lurked just under the snow, and in time a loud snap resounded in the wintry sky, followed by a screaming bellow.

bruised body panted after, saliva dripping from his tongue as he grabbed for the failing throat and held through the throes of dying caribou.

blood stained the drifts, brightened his own dark coat. morwenna had added her own wounds to the hide, but until the adrenaline released him he did not see them all.

and when he did, the great scarlet-soaked grin was for her, pride in the kill she had helped him to make. it sealed them in all the ways of his people, now her own through their union.

his gaze caressed her as she moved.