Andrev leapt into the sky, a fierce eagle, his shriek tearing through the air, but the crows were too many, outnumbered him. Feathers and blood spattered, and then a stag landed on the grass, took off running. The crows swooped, dove, and then a dozen wolves took off after the stag. The stag leapt mid-air, changed direction, and a lion landed in the midst of the wolves.
Yelps of pain made a sharp counterpoint to the fierce roar, and then hunters circled the mass of writhing bodies.
A wolf dissolved, reappeared as a snake.
Rastaban said, “I’m going in.”
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