Do you remember when rain used to fall from these skies?
They shifted their grips, Pyralis pinning the writhing creature down. She felt a sting of pity for it but swiftly ignored it even berating herself for it. How many coyotes had her parents killed to keep them cowed and respectful of her pack? They'd lost pups to coyotes before. They didn't deserve pity. However, Valdís couldn't see what using them as bait for something larger would accomplish and if they were bait that would mean they were bait for other predators. "Why on earth would you want to do that? You'd probably end up calling a bear or something over to your location. It's madness!"
