Come and get yer, own copains

The hope is low and flower fall over your dead body.

The woman, felt her heart rate heavy as she felt herself sulk downwards, she then pulled her back limbs into a arch and took off before the grass could flash towards her she had grabbed her prey. A small rabbit, she gave a pleased bark. As she set down her prey, giving herself a lick on her chest. She pondered the thought of friends she let out a saddened sigh, before she heard a sound, she felt uneasiness grow in her chest like a blossoming bruise. She let herself find a tall tree with thick branches she, began to climb so she was at least forty feet from the ground.


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