Stavanger Bay passion fruit

discussed a miss with JB!

This was not what the drifter had expected. It was a rare event that she played by the rules and now that she did it seemed to want to bite her in the ass.

She found herself quickly reeling back, lanky legs pushing out to shove herself back from the creature heading towards her. Her voice was caught in her throat and perhaps that was a good thing. If she had been able to make a sound it likely would have sounded like a cougar and wolf decided to put together an opera performance together.

"Oi, shitbrains, back off!"

It was a narrow miss for her thanks to the voice that seemed to stop the assault. She fell backward, her lean frame slamming back against the earth thanks to lanky limbs struggling beneath her. It was between wheezy breaths for air that she felt the sourness bubble up within her. "Ay!" She shouted back, specifically towards the brown-toned female. "T'fook is his problem?!"

Which probably wasn't the best thing to be saying when she was still vulnerable on her back.