Wapun Meadow huir

Thtupid…..Thtupid….Thon-of-a….Garbage. 

Between breaths, Ameline cursed. She had not been willing (or able) to put on another final burst of speed and overtake the trespasser as he had, before he’d disappeared into the bushes. Blood lingered red upon the leaves. She huffed, and puffed, and left a smelly lump of feces on the ground beneath the bloodied leaves. 

She turned back and kicked dirt over it with her hind paws before her eyes sought out her husband. Tired as she was, it ignited her to see him after a brawl.