I fell asleep and now he is gone. Oh my precious son.
Thieves of fur, they stole my only living child. Thieves!
A hoof in snow, reveals a path, the path of death. Death to thieves.
But she could not move. There was no strenght in her paws.
The plan had worked perfectly, but at this point they were out of sedatives.
Tharan set a quick pace, plowing through the snow with relative ease.
But something was wrong. He could feel it deep within his bones.
He turned to his companions as the first shot rang. Then he fell to the ground.
A crudely made iron bullet had entered the back of his head, going straight through his brain and exiting a little left of his right eye.
The little one stirred, attempting to stretch his hind and front paws, only to the result of Kym pressing him closer to her chest. A low, whiny growl escaped him, and he set his teeth into the her leather vestments.
They advanced silently upon the three. One holding a gun, one holding a bear cub in her arms.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“In the name of the Earth Mother! What are you doing?Ã¢â‚¬Â
I'm here to hurt your feelings.