I'm runnig.
They are going to get me.
And if they do, I'm dead.
I can hear them comming closser.
I try to run faster, but my legs object.
Ah!
They have me, and they pin me at the ground.
They take my backpack and rip them to pieces and brake my arrows with silvern arrowheads.
Then the biggest one of them growls. The wolf who pint me on the ground gets of me.
The big, black wolf comes to me, his head close to mine.
O, shit. I'm dead.
"MINE!"
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My unwanted mate - slow updates
FantasyI'm runnig. They are going to get me. And if they do, I'm dead. I can hear them comming closser. I try to run faster, but my legs object. Ah! They have me, and they pin me at the ground. They take my backpack and rip it to pieces and brake my arrows...
