[Pratt is at his range, nervously tossing that oversized knife from hand to hand as he watches the mammoths. There's so many of them and they just keep coming. Where are they even coming from?
One of the fences surrounding the range is demolished where they'd pushed their way through, but a lot of blood on the ground is evidence enough that Pratt didn't let that go unpunished. He hasn't managed to kill any of them, but there's quite a few injured ones now somewhere else in town leaving a trail of blood behind them.
It was enough of a warning to keep the rest of the herd from following and completely trampling his tiny shooting range. But this new stampede hadn't seen that, and now he's going to have to do it all over again.
He sees the silvery wolf darting among the tightly packed, frightened beasts, and he frowns. Not exactly who he wants to see right now.]
Wildcard. :)
One of the fences surrounding the range is demolished where they'd pushed their way through, but a lot of blood on the ground is evidence enough that Pratt didn't let that go unpunished. He hasn't managed to kill any of them, but there's quite a few injured ones now somewhere else in town leaving a trail of blood behind them.
It was enough of a warning to keep the rest of the herd from following and completely trampling his tiny shooting range. But this new stampede hadn't seen that, and now he's going to have to do it all over again.
He sees the silvery wolf darting among the tightly packed, frightened beasts, and he frowns. Not exactly who he wants to see right now.]