Firestone Hot Springs the tidal wave breaks

He refuses to admit he is wrong. North of here? How much longer did she wish to play games? They are both going to die, either from their wounds, infection or the cold that seeps into their bones as the storm rages on.

You and I both know it is in the south. Stop this foolishness. Had he the energy, he would flick his ears back, but all he can manage is a pathetic attempt at a snarl. His left foreleg twitches, almost violently so.