Thunder Dome fireloam

Timber followed at his pace beside him. She lashed her tail as she ran, still bearing her teeth. She took one last glance as she exited the territory. Oh, they would be back, next time with a clearer plan. She no longer worried about scars, and now forgot about the pain that came with an attack. Her black her dark heart pumped the black sludge through her veins, no one would take that away, she would die on her own time, when she was ready, not in the paws of a wolf.