Sawtooth Spire illumination

whether it was the pivot or the collision, the cat released its hold and fell.

maplesmoke stomped and kicked and spun off-kilter, almost tripping himself in the frenzy, and scrambled against the many stones beneath him. he did not fall, fortunately; but the cat remained and the stallion was seeping blood.

the other—this man who had come from nowhere to assist him—backed himself against maplesmoke as if he were a colt in need of a mare's circle.

spitting blood and heaving breath through flaring nostrils, he is white-eyed, unable to speak—and he instead bellows a cry towards the hissing cat.