Yelping came from a hunter’s pit. We eased forward, but the ground gave way. Nix managed to jump to safety, but his horse, Katara, and I were once again in harm’s way. The thylacine was mad with hunger and Katara had not fully healed from the spiders. She fell quickly. I made myself the target and matched the fierceness of the crazed beast. Today, the gods favored me. I slung one end of my rope around Katara’s chest and climbed out of the pit, only to pull Katara out after I had secured stable footing. There was no way to pull Nix’s horse out of the pit. I did the deed. The beast did not suffer.