Sawtooth Spire wild kids

heda grinned as he thoroughly fucked the name up. "okay, all right." i don't believe you but no sweat.
she resumed her tracking of the goose, holding caracal back with a forearm as the bird crossed a clearing right in front of them. the right wing had indeed been snapped. "geese are nasty. he can still hurt you even injured like that. beak and the other arm, bam, now your shoulder is busted."
she jerked her head, indicating caracal should move to the right, while she dashed through the snow toward the goose, barking for its attention.