For a space Mispoon was saved, but it was at a terrible sacrifice to Newish.

With a single lucky slash of her long-fanged jaws, Maheegun literally tore one of Newish's great wings from her body.

The croak of agony that came out of her may have held the death-note for Mispoon, her mate; for he rose on his wings, poised himself for an instant, and launched himself at the she-wolf's back with a force that drove Maheegun off her feet.
Deep into her loins the great owl sank his talons, gripping at the renegade's vitals with an avenging and ferocious tenacity.

In that hold Maheegun felt the sting of death.

She flung herself on her back; she rolled over and over, snarling and snapping and clawing the air in her efforts to free herself of the burning knives that were sinking still deeper into her bowels.