Are you what they call a war... horse?

This metal land fully captures the ass’s attention and he does not notice the huge wolf that is also wandering nearby. Oscar should thank his lucky stars that the wolf isn’t hungry or he would be dead. Not that he knows how close to death he is since he is examining a huge, flat hallow piece of metal that is half buried in the earth. Nugget, who usually keeps watch over the easily distractible donkey, has checked out for the day and has he head firmly tucked underneath his wing. With no alert to the wolf’s presence, the ass continues on, moving on to another hunk of abandoned metal.

Why would someone leave this supply of strange metal out here to rust? It feels like a waste when these things could be repurposed for… things. Truthfully, Oscar doesn’t know what you would use it for but it still feels like a waste. A cylindrical piece pulls the donkey’s attention to it and he moves over to inspect it. A flicker of movement pulls his gaze up and he lets out an alarmed bray as he finds a tall wolf, really close to him. FUCK! Can’t wolves make some noise to alert him that they are near?

Flicking his ears and stomping his back hooves, he says, “Oi! You almost gave me a heart attack! Whatca doin’ here? Besides sneaking up on prey.” Head shakes in annoyance but, truthfully, Oscar is thankful that this wolf wasn’t stalking him. The fucking wolf is massive and, if he wanted a taste of a small ass, he would of surely been able to take it. Nugget remains the neutral party, refusing to untuck and help Oscar deal with the shit he found himself in.


"Oscar Monaghan"