Cedar Sweep I never meant to be so cold

Artok rolled a 9!

 

The sharp pinprick of pain made him grimace and blood welled from the grazed cuts on his footpaw. Each lung he met with teeth and claws. Guarding his weaker side, and his vital organs.

Every Paw step, every movement, he mirrored an countered if he could. She had youth on her side, and she didn't tire as easy as he. Apparent by the lag that had begun in his movements. Though he kept doggedly on.