Broken Antler Fen the vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

When she finally jostled herself to her feet, Draper remained on his log, hackles raised as a low growl gurgled in the back of his throat. Whether or not she heard it, he couldn't tell, but at least she left. As far as he was concerned, she was no longer his problem. Hopefully she wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. Preferably, she would never come back. That bitch was crazy.