three of a kind ;; intro

[Cobra]

WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU

true to form, he would soon stalk into camp. eyes cold as he scanned the faces around him. large paws carrying him across the way. he would stop beside his family and blink. slowly sinking his form to lay beside his mother. not bothering to speak to them as he knew they could see him. so, why bother?

"speech"

teef