Whitefish River and i saw death in the eye of a buck

He hadn't found shit in the mountain, which was fine by Zane. Good news for Duchess! And good news for him, since he hadn't been about to fight in that death trap. And if she was lookin to claim it again, he was outskies.

He could lie and say it was claimed to prevent that, but it was too easy to debunk that. Besides, maybe it was time to look for reasons anyway. The air was gettin hot and his paws were gettin an itch.

So on the way back, he wandered a bit. He crossed a few rivers, slipped through some forests, and now had arrived to watch some babe make her way towards another set of rocks in the distance. Now here was a looker.

Hey there sweetheart. You lost? She didn't look lost, but Zane wasn't actually interested in the answer. He was more interested in making her stop so that he could get a better look at her while he walked, cocksure, down the slope towards her.