Bearclaw Valley underground big

here laur have my other girl too

it is instinct, something innate. perhaps bred into her, or fostered by her quiet, sometimes-violent upbringing. wherever its origin, whenever it emerged, it is clear—Avicus wants. . .needs. . .to be the best. at all times.

without any inclination toward cruelty or schadenfreude, she surges forward as she sees the pup, her much-longer legs carrying her faster than he could dream of traveling at this age. she leans in and seizes the stick, pulling it triumphantly from the mud, sending a brown spatter across her chest and perhaps his.

as she had with the blood, she has again been anointed. she is the winner. she is best.

what's he gonna do about it?