Arrow Lake u dirty monday cheater u

Stag believed himself ready.  A challenge sparked in his gaze, fueled too by his own youthful arrogance. The stone was his. Would always be his. She would have to pry it from his cold, dead hands after hell had frozen ove— HEY!!

The thief pilfered his pebble, pinching his tender lip in the process between thin teeth. Stag bellowed in fiery rage and tottered to his feet, injustice emblazoned in his gaze. With a growl he tried to serve her the sourest medicine; a meaty chomp aimed directly for her whipping tail.