“ what the hell is this mess?”
It didn’t take Harley long to identify the scattered mess on the ground, and she made a point of walking in a wide circle around it.
“That, my dear, is deathclaw shit. Don’t step in it, or we’re gonna be reliving the scene with the baby t-rex from Jurassic Park. They use it to mark their territory, and judging by the size of this pile I’d say there’s a big one that lives somewhere near here.”










