the optimistic misanthrope

bolded the answer 4 you.

Snow Tracker by Steve McKinzie

come hang out with me you fools.

Typically she kept to herself, not stirring up trouble, but tonight she aimed to replenish her dwindling funding. A giant wolf in a convenience store tended to scatter the customers, and it worked just as well tonight, as per usual. Massive paws dragged the register to the floor, causing it to crash open onto the ground.

  How was he supposed to brawl with a giant wolf? He could hardly   win in a fist fight if the wolf was a big as he’d anticipated by its   slow, dragging pawsteps. As soon as it entered the convenience   store, he hopped through the window of the apartment above   and made his way down the stairs in complete silence, and   slowly crouched as he came to the back exit of the store. There,   he stopped, and listened closely to the beast for a few seconds.   He didn’t know how to handle it just yet.

She put on a hat from a rack in the store afterwards to cover her face from outside cameras, slinging the backpack over her shoulders. It was a little less than five hundred dollars she had managed to grab, and it would do for the time being.

What do you do when there’s a grizzly-sized wolf heading your way? In Rafe’s case, aim and be ready to squeeze the trigger. Repeatedly.  Do I have a full magazine in this thing??  Too late to question it now. Don’t lower the gun. If this thing charges, shoot it.  Now, Rafe wasn’t known for his incredible bravery and now was not the right moment to let any hidden courage shine. No, instead, he began taking slow  steps backwards away from the canine in hopes he’d be able to slip away completely unnoticed. That was, of course, until he kicked the rock behind him with his heel and collapsed straight on his rear with a hiss and his body froze, muscles tensed and… Green eyes slowly rolled back towards the dog, lips parted in a desperate attempt to try and steady his breathing. “Shit.”

Time for some more fun. "Was that an interjection or an announcement?" she asked, giving him a toothy grin.

The mercenary stepped closer to him. “You’re pushing your luck, kid,” she growled. “So unless you want to be added to the list of people I plan on ripping limb from limb, I suggest you back off.” As though he was the one who started this.

“So I suggest you not push your luck…cuz the last person who threatened to lay a finger on the house of Drake…well lets just say he won’t be doin’ much threatening anymore.”

Kita snorted and rolled her eyes. If she wasn't so pissed, she might have been impressed by Karter's spunk. "Last chance, kid. Before I slit your throat and leave you for your dad to find."

“Now if you’re done being kookoo crazy I’d like to get back to my life that doesn’t involve you and your crazy fuckin’ antics thanks.”

The mercenary stepped closer to him. "You're pushing your luck, kid," she growled. "So unless you want to be added to the list of people I plan on ripping limb from limb, I suggest you back off." As though he was the one who started this.

He’s rather unresponsive, a roll of his eyes as he grunts quietly. Quite frankly he didn’t even want to be a part of this conversation. Violence wasn’t exactly his favorite thing, especially when unprovoked.

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