Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32885213-20170818104048/@comment-30700719-20170906004124

I push a few off me, like a man buried in the sand at the beach. "Yep, I'm good. Thanks. I was getting worried." I carefully step across the many unconscious bodies. One stray one crouches up to me, and I respond by firing at a nearby tree stump. The .454 Casull round makes a hole the size of a basketball, and she backs off, eyes wide open. The rest of her pack scamper off, some pitifully dragging their comrades into the bushes. I return to Silent and the Werewolf.