I beat my wings harder, resisting the urge to breathe until I burst into the clearing. Letting go of my rotting cargo, the deer sailed overhead—guts and all—before landing with a soggy thump. Two of the grindylows closing in on Grit, who had gotten separated in the dark, pounced on it immediately. They became a whirlwind of claws and teeth as they fought for the right to eat us.