Spotted Eagle Mountain This old new sensation

A snarl yields to whimper. Stiffening to compliance. His torso deflates, like a discarded glove.

Seth might have released him, then. Inquiry successfully tested. Results clear.

Except…he grips stronger, he tugs harder. He creeps back, up into the underwood, dragging the boy along with him by the hock.

His vision sparked, all-consumed by those forest-eyes. Come with me, boy? Are you willing to part with a foot? Where we are going, you will not need it. I shall give to you another.