Sawtooth Spire illumination

here she was thinking this an easy kill!

to great satisfaction, she landed upon broad and vulnerable spine. too late did he know of her presence, and now he was surely to fall beneath teeth scything to unwind the torrent of blood pulsing through his neck.

until another came. a red-clay bullet, far more powerful than she.

as the wounded stallion threw his head, moro held -- but she was quick to lose confidence. at her very best, she was only a match for one; two was a game moro could not win.

she was thrown bodily from that of her would-be meal with a curdling hiss, ears pinned and coach-whip tail arcing as she reached through the air for the ground coming at her fast.

in a noiseless thud she landed, whipping around in a crouch with all teeth bared.

come, she goaded of the healthier of the two. come, baited the gentle flick of her bent tail.