Bearclaw Valley this is the last take for the night, understand it's kinda late

Oh, they already knew one another.

That made his job—or rather, the lack thereof—a lot easier. He’d never been one to handle introductions well, anyways. “She was attacked,” he repeated. “I don’t know who or why, but they ripped her tail off.” Although it was a terrible loss, he was thankful that her attacker hadn’t taken more—like her life. A tail was nothing, as long as she didn’t die.