Kildeer Rest pakstoka

heda nodded. veteran was a hunter, after all. she had only really gone after birds.
the girl turned. the red of her spine-stripe would be the only thing visible as she moved after the caribou. the girl was panting but drew up alongside its thigh; her teeth snapped, lancing the animal with pain.
slowly she drove it to a stop. more slowly heda turned the caribou, driving it back.
had it been sensate she might have been gored by a hoof.
the animal lowed pitifully as it stumbled back along the trail, approaching the hillocks of white where veteran had sequestered himself.