Moonspear And I looked down into the end of the world and saw the beast

He understood, but only with her jaws around his flesh. Pitiful. Untrustworthy. Menace. He tasted like bile, and Sialuk released him with no tenderness in her movement.

Leave! she bellowed, nipping at his heels. She would not be satisfied until he was out of her sight, off the mountain.

Perhaps he should have remembered his own history before studying that of those he did not know.