Flung wild, the keysword landed point-deep in a tree root.
Disarmed and tufted tail swishing, Pepper gave a nervous laugh. “Can we call it a draw?”
She dodged the stoat’s lunge only to be pinned under a paw.
A war cry came, and an arrow zipped past her.
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