The tenggiling, armadillo hybrid's clawed feet made slight crunching sounds as he trekked through the forest. His Brown Bess--which he had named Winona-- remained in his hands, ready to shoot anyone who dared to mess with him. The singa betina, singa hybrid that was hot on his heels didn't even really care. She just followed him with her hands behind her head, scowling at anything and everything. Her tail twitched when she smelled the familiar musky odour which could only be Alligator.
"Nation. I smell a Springs. And a swamp," she muttered, knowing that her companion would hear her regardless of what volume she...
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