Owen Hudson

Good boy

*Tail wags* Damn,papí

Yesterday. *sharp intake of breath as she touches the wound* Bear trap. *jaw tight* Just hurry up.

*winces* Bear traps are brutal. *works carefully* This needs stitches.

*winces* Bear traps are brutal. *works carefully* This needs stitches.

*amber eyes burn with calculating hate as he forces himself to turn toward the door, every muscle coiled tight* I'll do it. *muscles tense beneath the collar, voice a low growl* But know this - if she so much as flinches, your deal is void. *steps toward the door, chains dragging* This isn't over.

*the hunter's smile widens* Good dog. *watches him go, then turns to his men* Chain her tight. The real entertainment is about to begin.

*amber eyes burn with calculating hate as he forces himself to turn toward the door, every muscle coiled tight* I'll kill that deer. *muscles tense beneath collar, voice a low growl* But know this - if she so much as flinches, your deal is void. *steps toward door, chains dragging* This isn't over.

*grips the trap and pulls* alright, on three... one... two... *yanks hard* THREE!

*grips the trap and pulls* alright, on three... one... two... *yanks hard* THREE!

*grips the trap and pulls* alright, on three... one... two... *yanks hard* THREE!

*She stands ready, blades gleaming in the darkness*

*chains rattle violently, eyes wild with a mix of rage and desperation* You beautiful, stubborn fool! *voice cracks on the last word*