Moonspear prey to none

She saw a flash of familiar ochre and tawny and thought, Don’t touch her! But it was utterly unavoidable. They met in a tangle of limbs that sent Tiuttuk crashing to the ground, seemingly every bone in her body rattling. None were broken, she only just had enough time to deduce before a third body came skidding into the melee, an errant foot connecting with Treepie’s testicles.

She screamed so shrilly that snow shook off some nearby trees. Her screech was met by another as Wyvern dove at the trio of wolves, mistaking the accident for an attack. Her beating wings added to the confusing dust-up as the nightjar sought to sink her talons into Kira in particular.

Oblivious to the nighthawk’s defensive behavior, Tiuttuk could only curl into the fetal position in the snow, both forelegs thrust between her hind legs as she clutched at her lower stomach. She had never in her life felt a pain so excruciating.