Blackfeather Woods i'm in a pressure today

the little phantom's earnest re-entry into the fray was short-lived, for damien had intervened and with a great swing of his colossal paw, had upended her sister and simply ended the game.

astara slowed, stepping carefully towards him as she studied his countenance, the great height in which he held the stick, and her sister on the dirt below.

it only took seconds to assess the likelihood of her success (slim) if she tried to wrench the stick from his jaws; she gave averna a secretive look and then bolted around damien like a shadow fleeing from a sudden burst of light. for a moment she seemed to disappear behind his form, but she was not running today --

instead, her dark designs were revealed... as the little shit opened her mouth, and attempted to bite down hard on one of his exposed hocks.