Barrier Gulch [m] Asp

Bitterly, he turned to the aging healer. "I trust you have proper remedies for this poor sap..." Internally begging her to end the frail canine, teach these high-falutin' bastards a lesson. The situation, however, deteriorated quickly. Jasper had wanted a death, he'd expected one! He'd wished to fulfill his morbid fascination yet again...and they, they were denying him that. 

He ignored the emotional theatrics of the women. The ruddy guard leapt at him, and he twisted in his grip with a snarl. Panic flooded him. Teeth found the tracking collar around his throat, and the cowboy was grateful for it. It came loose through the struggle, discarded in the dirt. 

Hah! Liberation, at it's finest. Taking the moment of escape, he snapped for the withering, fox-like form on the dunes. The undertaker longed for carnage.