To blave
The only thing that stood between him and becoming a wolven mud hole was a bluff. And not a very good one. Standing before him, wild, angry and huffing, was a large buffalo. Its head was lowered to show off its horns and every once in a while it would bob its head, the threat clear: it would stick him if given half the chance. Each showing of horns was met with a low growl and the sharp gnashing of teeth. Angelus stood with his head and tail raised, his chin tucked and his back straight. He gave the appearance of fearlessness and this was his one and only saving grace. In reality he wished he was small enough to duck into a gopher hole. |
