Qeya River tight rope

with one final lurch, the animal collapsed beneath them, its thrashing growing weaker until it stilled entirely.

she leapt down, her paws crunching softly in the frost-kissed snow as she landed. her gaze swept to blackfell, taking in the crimson streaks marring his dark fur. the scent of his blood mingled with the metallic tang of the bull’s, sharp and unmistakable.

she stepped closer, nosing at the bull’s thick hide, her sharp gaze cutting back to blackfell.

how bad? she asked, her voice low, practical. there was no time for sentiment now—only action. the herd had scattered, but danger might still lurk in the frozen expanse.