Redhawk Caldera I clap my hands and they're gone into the night

That was a fun little short! -bounces off- :)

Uncomfortable wasn't the half of it. If there were zombies zombies in these parts of the Wilds then she would be damned if she was gonna come back down this way. Her fur and hackles bristled, puffing the tank up to appear bigger than she already was, growling as he came to his feet in an ungainly movement. Muscles tense, Kroc was ready to fend off the undead wolf, ultimately confused when he turned away. There was a moment's hesitation before she moved as well, snapping at his tail (perhaps rather needlessly, but it made her feel better) before angling away and taking herself out of his general vicinity with the mumble curse "Fucking freak." Her departure was otherwise unimportant, letting her long strides make the most of things, carrying her away at a quick clip.

Kroc exits.