It was evening hours but the sun still glowed in the distance. Reno padded across the meadow slowly. He was taking his time, see. There were mountains that drew his gaze, some woodland in the distance, a mesa that looked real impressive. The dusty wolf paused to let his plans settle in his mind.
There were bound to be other gangs, right? Reno assumed so. Even in Stillwater, they’d spring up like flowers. He drew his tongue across his lips and continued northward.
There were bound to be other gangs, right? Reno assumed so. Even in Stillwater, they’d spring up like flowers. He drew his tongue across his lips and continued northward.
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Spurs - by Reno - May 22, 2022, 06:23 PM