“No! No! Not hunters!” Dapples throws up his arms and tries to get between us and the other Centaurs. Ward has already taken one down, standing on its side, teeth bared near its human throat, one of its hind legs bleeding fiercely as it glowers at Ward with its hands fisted in his neck fur. I’m clinging to Ward’s back, trying not to be dislodged. Dapples makes a distressed sound as more Centaurs try to move in on us. I look at him with wide eyes, and he catches one’s arm as the Centaur pulls back to swing at Ward. I’m a little too overbalanced to slide off of Ward’s back at the moment, but I start trying to pull myself into a better position in case I need to try to fight. I’m not certain I even know how to fight a Centaur. I eye them warily.
Dapples lets loose a string of incom
