now's the time to PANIC

Ara looked about herself, and found a heart broken stick. She grabbed it in her maw, seeing for herself in that moment that she didn’t want the pursuing creature to touch her. Drat, maybe she should have left well enough alone. Too late for that now. Stick in maw, she gave another muffled cry. “To your left shoulder, through that thicket!” she cried hoping the other could hear her over the stick in her mouth.

Batter up! She readied her stick, ready to fling the oozy raccoon into oblivion. She just needed to wait until the pup was past her… Ara tensed, suspense and anticipation running through her veins.

"Naráca Mendacium"