Somehow, the pony heard her and ducked. Bitterroot was past her before she knew what was happening. She skipped through the snow, flaring her wings to slow her movement, then snapped one shut to turn herself around. The pony had already managed to get up. Desperate to keep the upper hoof, Bitterroot hastily threw herself forward. Her bad leg betrayed her, twinged and the wrong moment, and she hit too high; rather than driving the pony to the ground, the two of them rolled through drifts. Bitterroot’s front legs got wrapped around the pony’s neck.