He shoved the weakling off of him with an indignant hiss, blood spraying off his lips. He stood, shook out his fur.
"Ya did just fine, fer a grey-pelt," He said giving Branchtail a cocktail grin that turned to a look of disgust as he spat a clot onto the dead cats pelt. "He ain't worth burying...
As the dust settled, Walker released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding as she saw Thymeswirl's fluffy head rise above the limb body of the red fox. Good, good. She wouldn't have to tell Fennel that her little boyfriend had died bravely. She chewed her lip, grimacing as she stood to...
Walker waits for the fox to lunge at her, but as she attempts to counter-attack, the leg that had been pinned gives out. With a hiss of pain, she staggers!
Walker
HP: 7
Damage: 5 per hit
To Hit: 10+
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