Stavanger Bay But we're prepared and the mood is set

It was poifect!

It was a balancing act between her desire to get away from this hellion and her reluctance to endure the pain that trying to throw Junior off was causing. Eventually, she managed to drop the Redleaf-DiSarinno to the ground, but the dark-furred girl took a large chunk of her fur and a layer or three of skin with her, leaving a bald patch on Ptarmigan's collarbone. Beads of blood began welling to the surface, but the Endore wasted no time inspecting it, even though all she wanted to do was scream.

She was quick to twirl on her feet and take off running. It was embarrassing to lose to a puppy, and it surely deflated the ego she'd begun to build up, but she wasn't willing to take any more abuse. When she threw a glance back over her shoulder, it was with horror that she saw Junior chasing her. She put that extra bit of oomph into her step and fled into the wilderness, thankfully leaving behind the little Warrior, though she herself would continue to run for almost half an hour before collapsing into an exhausted heap.