Grouse Thicket steel in our veins

I do have a toss away!

Every so often, Bridget found herself idly wandering away from her companions.  She'd always return by end of day, but hunting was easier alone.  Today she hadn't managed to bag anything, but was heading home when she crossed a young stranger's path.

She didn't notice her, curled up, until she was pretty damn close.  Immediately Bridget froze, having no real interest in waking the girl up for no reason.  Who the fuck knew what her reaction would be? Bridget would've bit another wolf's face off for waking her up.  In fact, she'd fought over just that not too long ago.

That memory in mind, she began to attempt to quietly pass by.

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