9/18/2025, 6:09 PM
The dark man's athleticism had been impressive on their first meeting. Now, he continued to prove that the game they had played had only been a playful taste of his capabilities. Midge hit the ground with the cow, refusing to release her grip and bowing with her elbows brushing the leaves beneath her paws to further hold steady. Gekirin, however, moved like a silent shadow of death across the sable hide of the cow. He struck for her throat, and Midge watched as her once-packmate claimed their quarry once and for all.
The cow's head thumped softly into a pillow of multicolored leaves and faint green grass. Midge's attention remained on Gekirin, though, eyes bright with curiosity but the rest of her posture a little wary.
Why was he here? Did he still consider her friend instead of foe?
