Kintla Flatlands put me on the front line

6 [5+ = hit]. Shorter post because actiom woohoo.

He wouldn't stand down. It was ingrained that he took orders by another, but there was no longer another. Long forgotten was the warmth in love or the heat of the desert sands beneath his feet. Twister lunged again, aiming his once powerful, now scarres jaws for the body of the coywolf. He would take him down for this mere morsel, he felt he could survive with the resurgance of adrenaline to his thinning veins.