Iktome Plains dead souls and a really big globe.

She screamed his name. He heard it, but he didn't. He snarled as she kicked against him, doggedly pursued her as she shoved away from him, but fell back as a well aimed kick smashed into his muzzle and threw him off course. He spun quickly, but the few seconds the blow had gained her was enough for her to escape his grasp. She could gain ground on him now, but only if she had obeyed his lessons and had learned how to use her swiftness to her advantage.

Artaax.

She had shouted his name. He had heard it.

He hadn't.

What did it matter. Artaax was gone. Nomi was gone.

Kill me.

He lunged at her again with an anguished roar.