An arrow in its nostril, a tragic outcome was avoided as the stoat’s maw snapped shut and withdrew over Pepper.
“Leave! Or your eye is next!” came a shout behind her.
His voice wasn’t thunderous like a giant human’s. It was a brownie’s voice and arrow.
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