Rising Sun Valley Another day, another destiny

it was mesmerizing to see, how the soundwave of his voice sent a rippling jolt through all her wrinkles, until gun's floppy face turned around, leg still in mouth by the joint.

she was very aware this was someone's turf. which is why she'd broken in to nab a bite. she couldn't bear another winter of watching her precious gains wither from lack of feeding - it had turned her a tad frantic.

now, what the man's intentions were she couldn't know, as all she saw was a big brown wolf blocking her way out, she panini-pressed between him and his backup. it made her, again, a tad frantic. gun turned to her most innate instincts for help.



swinging her head wildly away from brownbear, jaws tightly clenched, gun then swung it forward again - and released.

the shank went flying up and either at, over, or by the guard. she assumed he'd follow its arc.

she assumed that'd give her a chance for a surprise charge.