and i would walk 500 miles

Her siblings and her were like rabid dogs going after a piece of meat, latching on and not letting go. She released her hold on the woman’s shoulder and, instead, grabbed onto her foreleg then began to pull roughly. Misery had switched to a back leg and together they were pulling in opposite directions in an attempt to topple their foe. Wendi was still working on her tail, the girl’s bi-colored gaze catching bits of his rump dangling in the air as he swung to and fro. She stifled a laugh. Abaddon continued to intimidate their opponent, his long fangs and wide hood enough to scare anyone she was convinced. She made a mental note to give him some extra pieces of meat as a reward later.