Whitefish River And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones

There was little to do aside from brood but that had only served to bore. There was too much time left in the day to sleep the rest away, though Dulce had little energy to do much else. After a few moments of internal argument, she finally decided that in place of trying to dream the sun away, she would use it to properly introduce herself to one of her packmates.

Of course, this urge only lasted for so long; she grew tired of wandering in search of strangers, who she wasn't truly keen on meeting anyway. Ahead materialized the scarred body of a familiar blanchard, to whom Dulce made a swift approach. Olvida! she called, not realizing the situation she was walking into. After spotting the snake, she acted quickly, using her paw to bat violently at the creature's head. Son of a bitch!