Shadewood You gonna finish that?

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Oh he knew that sound. It was a goddamn- “Cat!” He took off, a heaving mass of pissed off meat and woody fur splaying roughly through the echoing woods. He’d be there soon enough, and rather than even caring enough to sneak like some pussyfoot, the Rider wanted to run it down and break its fucking neck.  
Then maybe give it to Vetty as a soft blanket for the babehs.
He tried following the echoes and pinpointing where the ‘gnan gnan gnan gulp’s were starting out at. 

For all he knew, he wasn’t anywhere near it. Or he coulda passed it. Who knew?

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