Arrow Lake Alabama Slammer

In any other situation curiosity could have killed the cat – but since technically Jormag was a wolf – he hoped that it would not apply to him. But the situation was dangerous, a wrong step could lead to a dangerous fall. Every second he felt his heart pounce fiercely inside the confines of his chest, yet every second he also felt alive. It was the feisty thrill of adrenaline. And that adrenaline did not warn him to stop right here and now – instead it pushed him onwards.

A voice within the night shattered the silence and made him pause. Jiffy, he wasn’t alone. His golden, lingering eyes fell upon a lithe female. Within the darkness he could trace her feminine figurine. Apparently he was not the only one on a quest for water. It better be special water – he thought – as his leathery lips drew open to reply to Spine. ”Hi! I’m Batman – and you must be Robyn.” This night the cinema probably featured ‘The Dark Knight Rises’, or so he figured, only then the Wolf version of it.

”Actually, compadre, the only way to get to the water is to work together to reach the water.” Hopefully he glanced at direction, as if questioning ”Are you in?”. Because two could do more than one. At the same time they were two complete strangers. The Batman and the Robyn; would they seize the night?