Wheeling Gull Isle trinity

the buck lunged. heda dodged back. the male struck again and this time he caught her a blow, a tine through her fur. the flesh would bruise tomorrow.
for now mo was near her, and then bartholomew. "up there!" she urged them breathlessly, laughingly. she tore away from the boy and the man to circle the buck, barking to keep his focus on her. the animal lowered its antlers and charged the hunter.