François Burland Wild Animus series
“Suddenly, the dark file appears from behind a spur, coursing into the valley below, the Lead’s snout aimed, eyes upon me . . . . The others slow and stop directly below. The Lead rivets me with his sulphur eyes. The Hangbelly stumbles against the Younger, badly winded, but at the sight of me, her ears perk and her jaw gapes. My heart jumps at those upturned faces . . . . It’s me they want, not just any prey.”
