Totoka River greed

it was silent until it wasn't.

oziah didn't move. his eyes locked upon the individual that came hurling from the woods like a bat out of hell, judgment seeping into the scowl that bled across his features.

what kind of coward ran away from wasps?

blinking incredulously, the man grunted and reached a paw over his kill in order to protect it, in case this was all just a ploy for thievery. what on god's green earth are you doin', boy?