Redhawk Caldera Peach or plum

The chase abruptly ended. Carolina was not ready to stop, and though she wheeled her short, puppy legs, the result was that she went ass over ears and bowled straight into her brother, spider or no.

She knew about spiders. Liked them, even. She was briefly quite concerned that it might bite her or else be squashed in the tumble, but all the rolling quickled joggled the thought from her mind. There was only the here and now, and the here was sprawled atop her brother, and the now was that they were obviously in another wrestling match.

Carolina went for his ears again, quiet as ever and intent, as ever, on dealing damage to her opponent.

She went for his ears again, imagining the flesh shredding between her teeth like some of the scraps they were sometimes brought.