Lion Head Mesa saut dans le vide

Short post! boo!


The coywolf's eyes would fail to find the tank of a female who, almost comically, was creeping up behind her, moving an inch a minute in the path of grass lain flat. Whether Echelon had truly not noticed her or not, Kroc was unaware but it did not save her from her fate. One moment, she was safe and the next, the pale creature was pouncing, arm grappled around the smaller wolf's neck while her teeth worried at Echelon's ear, in her own version of 'gentle' of course. For her attack, Kroc would take her lumps but holy fuck, she was tired of aimlessly walking around.