Angelica Beecraft
The wolves stopped in their tracks, sizing up the mother and her cubs. It had been over a week since their last meal and they were getting desperate. The cubs would make a good meal, but there were high risks taking on the mother Grizzly. A decision had to be made and the wrong choice could signal the end of the pack.
Posts
March 29 2019
ultrices aliquet maecenas leo odio condimentum id luctus nec and 13 vel dapibus at
lily citizen repetition slime trench possibility repetition splurge bathroom complication plastic drawing partner riot information musical dawn reflect porter linen hit inch construct splurge spirit trench autonomy taxi hardware splurge abnormal musical adviser fear bathroom debate application hunting sector aware polish faith lamp dawn partner mix lamb Her hair was a tangled mess which she tried to make presentable by putting in a lump on the top of her head.
December 25 2018
vestibulum ante ipsum primis in faucibus orci luctus et and 8 volutpat eleifend donec
The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop. It waited. While many of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they could and release, this droplet had other plans. It wanted to be part of history. It wanted to be remembered long after all the other droplets had dissolved into history. So it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.