Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20170105235307/@comment-27039035-20170113203005

Roscoe gulped. As a pup, his mother made it clear that a she-wolf's wrath is worse than a bite. And from the evil look Squeak was sending his way now, he wondered if telling Diabolos the truth would be better than dealing with her afterwards. A quicker death, at least. ''Don't be silly. . . you can always remind her she smells nice later! ''

Finally, they reached a steep cliffside overlooking the valley below. "This is a good place," Diabolos said.

"Er . . . but the ground is rock solid. How are we going to dig?"

"We're not. We're throwing her over the edge."