To blave
Out of nowhere a leggy grown up appeared. She raced up behind the buffalo and bit it on the rump. For a second Angel could do nothing more than stare at her. Was she crazy? He then skittered off, dancing out of the direct path of the buffalo and towards its left side. The boy ran several paces and then turned back to look at the fae, and the brute, who now engaged the buffalo. Panting, he called, "Are you crazy? It kicks!" Why was it just looking at her? They never did that! Any second now it was going to flip out and kick her, he just knew it. Questions froze him in place. Should he help? Should he run for help? The rest of the buffalo's herd was beginning to close in, coming from behind the wolves and slowly ringing around them. They were running out of time... |
