Kintla Flatlands The fall of the dream machine

He gave a slight nod before putting on his "game face" which meant that he was returning to seriousness in what was going on. Turning toward the raccoon, he watched it limping for a moment before setting off toward it. He didn’t go too fast because he didn’t want to come upon the animal too soon and risk it having a go at him, though he was sure that Koontz would enter the scene before it got too ugly. The raccoon stopped ambling and limping along to turn her attention onto the small beast coming toward her. Rearing backward, the raccoon winced from the pain in her injured and infected leg but didn’t show any sign of backing down. If that little wolf wanted a fight, she was surely going to give him one. She was unaware of the second wolf that was part of this whole ordeal. It was likely going to end up being her downfall, but she wouldn’t go down without a fight.