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Saxby crashed through the forest, toppled icy trees, and came at her on all fours. He intercepted her at a clearing, spitting a barrage of spines from his throat. Ryn sank behind a fallen trunk, quills thudding into the log’s other side, thick as a porcupine’s hide.
More quills sprouted from the ridge of his spine and his pointed elbows, each dripping venom. They furred his claws, bristled along the softness of his underbelly. “I’ll bet he’s got her blood on him by now.” He spat a volley, heaved another from his tail, reared to fire a thicket of them from underneath his coils. But Ryn danced between them; she flicked between trees, always seeming to find another thing to duck behind as he launched his next barrage.
He’s stalling me. She cut to his flank and tried to outrun him, but he gave chase and his body lengthened, growing yet more serpentine, winding through the forest in her wake with only trees, ridges, and stones to cover her from his glistening barbs.


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