Swiftcurrent Creek Still Remains

she wasn't gonna get another chance.

four days now, or was it five? gun didn't bother to count. she was no rogue, no sneak-thief no fleet-footed ranger. the mastiff kept herself far away from the rot-black duo. peeping over high vantage points, sniffing the spots they were at hours after they left. got her nose full of acrid piss-scent, and what the piss told her, was that the pair were whizzin' blood.

but this one was big. big. capital "b" Big. gun's experience with his size range went from getting a mangled face, to the roughest six feet dance of her life. was more than enough to keep her cautious.

but she wasn't gonna get another chance.

gun stalked, like some sort of inbred lion, getting nearer. hazel green rimmed with wild pure white. all the while her mind drummed; don't turn don't turn don't turn.

can keep the dating a lil bit fluid for the sake of randomness. gonna reach out to you abt dice rolls in discord<3