Hoshor Plains sandstone ii

fancy and maplesmoke were roused and upon the defensive.

selenia curbed her panic and pressed close to the lead mare, kicking up clods of dirt and jerking her head.

the cat was hungry, not foolish, she hoped; she leant upon that near-certainty, even as she understood that a single wound inflicted by its festered claws or teeth could kill one of them even if its first attack did not.

and it was this; the animal yowled its frustration and began to back away, snarling.