Gone to the Dogs
Predator Fight
12-18-2021, 12:56 PM
Her middle name should have been Trouble instead of Datura. It seemed to always find Eska no matter what she did. In this case, the Hallows wolf stumbled upon a pack of mixed breed dogs. They had been lazily tearing into the corpse of a pig, but now that Eska was here, their attention had shifted. At least they might be slower since they were fat and full? Little silver lining possibly. There were about six or seven unless more came out of the trees. Not even odds at all, but the woman would give them a run for their bones. The leader was clear, though it wasn't the largest of the dogs. It held a confidence to it and the others deferred to its growls. As it approached, the woman's golden eyes locked onto it. She lowered her head and prepared, lips curling back in one last warning. It would have been easier to just turn and leave, but the group had encircled her. There would be no escape without a bit of blood. Hopefully more theirs than hers. "Eska"
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