Whitefish River Tokyo Drifting

A 10 LMAO i'm sorry ira: 40/50 kali: 38/40

Like a swarm they descended, one after another as Kali quickly found herself outnumbered. The first to charge had almost been undetected, but the sheer size of her was enough to stop her in her tracks. What the fucking hell was that a bear?! She managed to skid just in time to avoid the collision though it left her blind to the other two who rushed.

Teeth grabbed hold along her leg and shoulder, the blood that was drawn enough to draw out a surprised yelp. In the process, she had dropped her prize, a new level of annoyance forming as her odds only increasingly went downstream. The funny-looking guy, unlike his packmates, made the mistake of getting in her face, teeth snapping just close enough to graze her. She would deal with him, but first the literal pain in her side.

A flame ignited in her gaze as amber hues locked onto the equally tall grey woman now latched to her shoulder. Were they all freakishly tall or was she just short? Kali tried to tug free of the hold, but it was no use, so she bit back. Her own growl echoed as ivories shot out grabbing the Count's muzzle and sliced easily into the soft flesh. She might be stupid, but even she knew never to leave your face exposed.