Arrow Lake sonnenlicht

Mahler positioned the stick at a promising angle, and within moments had flipped their tiny intruder to reveal it’s delicate underside. She stiffened, her ears pressing forward as the dark male dropped the tool and made the kill—a swift end to the porcupine, and the mountains fell to silence for a moment as it’s squeals faded.

“I’ve never seen it done quite that way before,”bemusement laced her wispy voice, and she relaxed, her eyes drifting to look at the stick once more. “Far better than sacrificing a paw.”