Flycatcher Downs And you told me we'd never survive

Had he not turned his head to second guess his decision on Northward, he likely would have missed the large figure heading towards him. His hackles prickled as he halted his movement. Even from a distance, Rokig was aware he had nothing on the hulking figure in the distance. He was no in condition to take or give a hit like he might have once been able to.

Should he take up an offensive or defensive stance? Perhaps he ought to just run from the scene? He was running out of time as he mulled over his options. There was a very good chance he would have no time left if he kept hesitating.

His jaws parted and out came a pitiful bark. Sharp but lacking any real strength behind it.