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Win’s leg had healed, but she wasn’t herself just yet. Her hips were still visible, her ribs poking through her thin summer fur. She was trying to pack back on the pounds, but it was far from easy.

Her scarred back legs were still hard to look at sometimes, but scars would fade she knew. 

So, when she came across the woman, trying desperately to fight a branch of all things, she blinked for a moment, then opened her big fat mouth.

You got, like, a blood feud with that thing or some’n? That was the only reason she could see for trying to fight a whole ass tree.