AnthroOptimist

Zane turned his back on the werewolf who gazed at him with deep hatred. She was defeated. Zane sure that Jack would love to kill her. He had all the reason in the world too. He didn’t though. He resheathed his sword and followed Zane through the tent flap. The stars were still out and shining. Several people poked their heads out of their tents as we passed. Their sleep had been disturbed by Carla’s great shrieks. One was even brave enough to attack the two weary passers. Zane picked him up, snorted in his face, and threw him far to his right. He could tell that he wouldn’t try that again in a hurry. They climbed the mountain u