Otatso Wetlands get up from there

female. skinny. coyblood. his nose worked well enough. there was only one of her but he was leery all the same. still he chose not to offend his court-appointed physician and lay still so he could hear her questions.
her inquring provoked a breathy laugh that turned to a growling whine of agony. "wwwolf."
the good eye rolled as if to say it had not been his choice to run headlong into their land. the irony was that colt hadn't given a blue fuck about keeping the creek. he had simply wanted to rendezvous there, made sure the gang had made it out of the taiga forest.
all hotfoot needed to have said was 'yes' and he would have gotten a nice warning about the hydrophobia and maybe a group hunt.
bastard fuck. bastard fuck who'd grabbed red and choked — 
colt's pupil dilated with a sudden hatred.