Sticky situation

As Wynter struck the killing blow, Wylan pulled his stupid paw out of the mud. The hole he had dug around had finally allowed it to loosen enough to slide free. He was splattered with mud, and his paw was completely encased in. He wiped the back of his across his face, just spreading the mud around rather than cleaning it off.


Ignoring the mess, he trotted back to his sister as she slid from the bears back. “Exactly like that. That was incredible, Wynter!” He congratulated her. “did you want to harvest any part of the bear for yourself?” they would struggle to bring the whole thing back, but he would if she wanted him to.