Heron Lake Plateau i.x : who was only a stranger at home

Just once in her life, Towhee would love to land a killing hit on her first try, her jaws splashed with blood as her enemy's lifeless body fell at her feet. But aside from the rules and regulations of wolf-rpg.com, there was also a Colt standing in her way of that. She did manage to make a hit, her teeth slicing through one ear (it tasted slimy) and scoring lightly against a cheekbone. But then something—or, rather, someone—ran interference.

She hadn't expected fuckin' friendly fire, man, so Colt hit her like a freight train. Towhee went down so fast and hard, her head knocked on the ground and she peed, pooped and lost consciousness simultaneously.