Firestone Hot Springs Gotta Keep The Moral Up

He hears snapping to his rear, but felt nothing come of it. So far, he was scot-free.
His eyes proved over the man's fur. The beautiful patterns of caramel and black woven in beauty.
He dove for a rear leg, but the damage was already done.

He'd been distracted for too long, and by the time Derg's slow move had taken place, Donovan had moved, letting Derg eat dirt.
But how could he not be so distracted?