the stallion had lost patience, hearing the fierce anguish in her voice. He thrust his head over her shoulder and his teeth snapped a finger’s breadth from Morozko’s face. “Solovey!” Vasya cried. “What are you—?” She tried shoving him out of the way, but he would not go. I’ll bite him, the stallion said. His tail lashed his sides; one hoof scraped the wooden floor. “He’d
