“Thank you,” she said to Keelie as she flung herself and Petrah into the air. They fell for a heartbeat, twisting and dropping too fast, but then Abraxos was there, his claws outstretched. He swept them up, banking along the side of the canyon and over the lip, rising into the safety of the air. Keelie hit the floor of the canyon with a crash that could be heard across the mountains. She did not rise again.
Poor keelie
