#mudmist

Kiss me quick, I'm off, good-bye POP! Goes the weasel!

“NO!” he screeched, hind feet desperately flailing until they finally grasped onto footing. His forepaws found themselves flung to either side of Redtooth head, claws sinking into his skin and scraping bone as he threw them both forward. Mudmist smashed Redtooth into the stone beneath them. A sickening crack echoing as the fog fled the scene, as if it itself was fearful of Mudmists rage. As blood began to slip from Redtooths head wounds onto the stone the deputy raised a single paw, red stained razor sharp claws extending. Mudmist stared at Redtooth with pure hatred, preparing to make a killed blow.

But he didn’t.