Witch's Marsh Ascend

no dice; qiao was left holding but part of the babe between her teeth, while the girl regained her footing and darted off.

all of the sudden qiao's sense of upright was upended. the grey she-wolf swung upon her like a battering ram.

qiao landed with a throaty grunt, gathering her limbs underneath her with effort. breathless, she lurched in the opposite direction of mae, a cursory glance given to the man who now fought for his life.

qiao had no such chivalry. it was about her skin and her skin alone. outnumbered and in no position to brook quarter, qiao fled into the wildbrush with one small prize.

cygnet's tuft-ended tail.