Wild Berry Meadow landslide

she. she. who's 'she'? he asked, demanded, coming toward her with his brows knit tight together. who tried to hurt you? dawn—

dawn was right, though. if there was a murderess around, they needed to head for the hills. he swallowed, heart hammering against his chest, and his golden eyes darted around like a deer, just now cognizant that it was being hunted. where to go, where to go. . .

the mountains, he said decisively, jerking his chin toward the far-off shadows against the sky. let's go. dawn, you're right—let's go. he took off at a trot, though glancing back to make sure she followed. in any other case, he would have insisted she stay put, to be treated.

someone had hurt her. someone had hurt her.

and he would not stand for it.

nor would he stay and allow it to happen again.

run. run. run.