Wapun Meadow sonnenbaden

they were off, odd coursers on fleet limbs after the herd. she was an excitable lot, he decided without malice, ears fluting backward at the sound of her staccato barking.
he too stayed out of range of the pounding hooves, wending between the stampeding bodies with tongue lolling.
the lead male of the herd found the wolves’ antics less than amusing, however, and in an eyeblink was hurtling back through the fleeing forms of his fellows, head lowered.
mahler saw little recourse than to shoulder his companion roughly aside, hoping she would stumble widely and avoid the sweeping antlers; he himself took the bite of a razor tine low on his neck.
hissing in pain, the gargoyle snarled a challenge and snapped toward the elk, arresting its charge, hoping to turn it aside with the shock of his response.