Qeya River tight rope

she did not know what to think of him. a hunter? a fool? it is the childlike actions that bring forth the blood spilled upon the white blanket across the valley. he was too eager, too impatient, that he had forgotten of the mighty tusks atop the bulls head.

but suliya reeled. he seemed contempt— a flame ignited as he still tugged against the hide of the bull. though iron crept in through her nostrils, the lanzadoii woman would finish this one way or another.

leaping atop the beast, she rolled her weight downward to distract it from the penetrating bite of her hunting partner. with her jaws wrapped firm, her vigor struck true.

if only the male could pull himself together for the last fatal straw to the behemoth's life.