Post by mossfang on May 24, 2008 14:08:28 GMT -5
Mossfang walked around. She was a lone wanderer, where ever she wanted to go, she went. Whenever she wanted to eat, she ate without having to share, well, maybe she shared a tad with the vultures, but she would return, and kill a vulture, of course. Mossfang yawned. She crept around a cliff towards her high hanging den, which was covered with bushes and brambles. Mossfang sniffed the air and looked down, Buffalo crossing, I may want to take part in the event.