White Chicks

Marrow

Marrow found herself in a strange grassland. Patches of bare earth were seen in various places and it smelt of sweat and blood. Every so often she'd hear snarls and growls and she soon realized that this was some sort of battlefield. Wolves came here to fight and duel each other. Her ears flicked forward and back as she debated whether or not this was an activity she'd like to participate in. Marrow had some skill in fighting, even though she generally preferred to make a quick getaway, usually with a piece of food she'd stolen. Marrow found an empty patch of dirt, circled it then sat in the middle and howled for her own opponent. This was risky but she figured she could outrun a mean asshole if she had the unfortunate luck to land one.