Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five

Graeven caught Kaelith as her body finally succumbed to exhaustion. He swung her legs up so he could cradle her fully against his chest. He looked down at the dismembered head of the man who thought to take her away from him. Lucar kicked the head and then held his hands up as if he scored a goal.

“What is *that*?” Graeven asked.

Lucar held up the cut off paw in question. A wicked grin spread acr