Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151414/@comment-27041385-20151205171248

(Mind if I make things a bit more interesting?)

Snakefang padded beside the patrol and scented something. Something strong. Not stale, fresh. Like they were following it. And it was highly foul.

"Badgers!" She yowled and sprinted back to camp. They needed to fight, or they would all be killed.