Blackfoot Forest gossamer

A young thing, she was. Pretty, too. Sidewinder thought she could be of use, in one way or another, as the smaller, feminine types often did better, depending on the situation. That was, of course, if she was willing to cooperate. She stumbled backward, tripping over a long and falling into a heap on the ground, her yelp piercing the night air as she did so.

Cautiously, gingerly, Sidewinder stepped over to her. “Is it broken?” he asked. If that were the case, it was possible he could help. Or at least provide some advice on the matter. While he had never broken a bone himself, he had nursed a few wolves back to health in exchange for a portion of their food.