January 18, 2023, 12:36 PM
Swift legs carried the raindrop forward, taking cues from others as they singled out one of the slower, older does. She went to the creature's flank, opposite of where the dark hunter now gave chase. This way, they would separate her from the herd, and the two larger hunters could bring her down without interference.
Her mouth pooled with saliva, already feeling she could taste blood on her tongue. They would feast today, she knew.
Her mouth pooled with saliva, already feeling she could taste blood on her tongue. They would feast today, she knew.
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RE: Pisok - by Sialuk - January 18, 2023, 12:36 PM