Bearclaw Valley tamerlane

Others seemed to lose themselves in the madness, too -- oh, what a glorious day for Sithis indeed. The pale wisp danced around its hind legs, close, too close, taking risks;

If it was not for her pack mates losing themselves to similar degrees and distracting the bull she might have gotten hit, but she was lucky. Her mouth filled with blood and her nostrils with death; and her brain with a desire for both.