Bearclaw Valley hey, have you guys seen my juul?

it was over.

which was good because she could finally feel the blooming bruise where his body had met her ribs. not to mention the ache of her shoulder. she had not been maimed, but she certainly hadn’t come out unscathed either.

she supposed at least they had managed to get each other. no one sided bullshit.

treva — or trey, whatever you feel. she grunted as she stood upright. stretched as she looked at him through new lenses.

merrick, ass kicker of ursus.

gotta fight you more sometime. even if she had been angry through it, it wasn’t all that bad.