Bitterroot Valley she had been forced into prudence in her youth,

lightly, fatally, imaq's small paws pressed against the spine of the animal. white teeth flashed as his own heavy jaws crushed through muscle and fat and bone, and finally into the throat of the animal itself.
the last bellows were accompanied by sprays of crimson. mahler stepped back as the deer began to falter, keeping hold, though his amethyst eyes darting somberly to imaq. if it toppled, it might well take the duskfire woman with it.
the gargoyle planted his feet against the earth.