Kintla Flatlands I hear my home callin'

i wonder how drunk kat was when she wrote that post... or perhaps she had sobered up!

“Don’t know the name,” Fox admitted. “It’s between here and the creek.” Perry obviously lacked the brain power (or crazy factor) to understand why she tested the various packs laced about the wilds. Fox often wondered the same thing herself, but she had yet to find an answer that satisfied anybody, including herself.

“I guess I don’t really have an excuse, except that it’s a rush, and I get a kick out of it.” Her honesty was showing through, but she had never been an excellent liar or twister of words. Her singular talent for speed had not allowed much time for focusing on social skills. “And if it does get me killed, they’ve passed the test.” Little did Fox know that her world would soon be turned upside down, and she would have to worry about more than her own life.