Horizon Ridge Somebody call the dweeb police!

"Okay," said Rev, not one to argue with JB when she got fussy like this. Besides, she'd just had a pretty bad fall, and he thought she'd earned a bit of R&R on her own terms. The male hurried along beside his companion, keeping close while simultaneously trying to avoid further enraging her. Damn, he thought, Uncle Searshaw sure wasn't kiddin' when he talked about how crazy women are.

"Got anything, Sweet Nose?" he asked, herding her deeper into enemy territory. Just as he said it, the scent of a fresh kill caught his attention. "Here - " he said, lowering his voice. "Shit - not much left, but practically a feast, compared to what we've been eating," he muttered, descending at once upon the carcass. He couldn't tell quite what it had been, but there was enough for them to both fill their stomachs, if not gorge themselves entirely.