July 03, 2022, 10:11 AM
The male stepped aside, and Zahir raced past him. The weasel stumbled, and she fell upon it with another ferocious snarl. Teeth snapped at it's neck, shaking and twisting. It then hung there, limp in her jaws. It was devoured with a few hasty gulps, and then she looked back to the male, eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"
Zahir is healthy.
Zahir is mentally well.
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RE: Rush - by Zahir - July 03, 2022, 10:11 AM