Sleepy Fox Hollow Get Joanie on the phone, she'll leave us on a light

the rabbit splayed wildly, wrapping itself round the general's scarred muzzle. a loud chuckle broke from his throat; he cast it down into the snow, only to provide a wider target for wylla to surge upon him. the gargoyle stumbled backward some steps, bracing broad forelegs in the snow, but she had the advantage of one shoulder tucked into his chest.
mahler pushed back against her, straining for better purchase in the drifts.