Whitefish River Life Itself

Next post will be my last! Sorry for holding this up so long
Tsk, Ira outs his blindside, which Reiko had been unaware of—it explains why she hadn’t attempted to take advantage of this beforehand. His round ears pin back, and he tries to focus; taking the roan Constable’s advice to heart. Immobilizing her sounds good in theory, but she is quick, and thus, Eve needs to make sure his last hurrah counts.

Reiko is able to keep to his right, sliding around whenever he makes corrections, and Eve grows nervous of being unable to see her. Alas, he is able to hear her footfalls well enough, until they abruptly stop and he feels a weight upon his back. A gentle grasp is gained between his shoulder blades, vaguely made apparent but the tug of mane.

Immediately, he tries to throw her off by shaking his bulk, and turning towards the left. She is swift to jump off, and Eve sees his opening as he used his momentum to the left in an attempt to grasp her closest forearm in his jaws—regardless if he succeeds, he charges forward in a body slam.

Working on wrapping up current threads!