Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20170105235307/@comment-27669385-20170116184838

A strangled cry escaped Squeak's jaws as pain flashed through her throat, a pitiful mixture of pain and fear. Her line of vision was blocked by ragged black fur, a heavy weight pinning her down. The weight vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and she weakly rolled over to see where her opponent had gone. Her eyes widened as the black wolf's dark paws disappeared over the edge of the cliff and his body flew down, down, down, pulled by gravity toward the sharp rocks and gushing stream.

She staggered to her paws, panting. She was growing dizzy and nauseous from staring down at the sharp drop, at the death that so easily could have been hers. The bite marks in her throat stung like fire, made worse by the awkward angle she was holding her head as she peered down.