Never lose hope part 7.5
"good thing we brought our snowshoes..." i sighed. "i don't need them, i'll be fine." jude shrugged. "you're sure of that?" chuck sarcastically smiled. "i'm from alaska... i learned how not to stall in the snow."
Ethane Horizons
The lynx was just realizing how stupid it might be to run towards the battlefield when his snowshoe-like paws caught on something sticking out of the ground and sent him stumbling onto his face.
Over Time Chapter One Preview
Receiver, went out with the actress from the beer commercial i did with him, "and you know he had all that tantric bullshit about not having sex during the season, but he had his paws all over her tits and he went back to her place," and how she brought a gay snowshoe
Attention, Please
I do not want my species to become the next 'snowshoe hares' ... mere mysteries. mere footnotes." graham nodded quietly, still standing.
What A Well-Made Bomb Can Do
He was a big snowshoe hare, his fur mottled like an abstract painting with brown, tan, and grey.
Plummet
Leveraging himself in this way promptly swings the door open but the snow caked underneath the snowshoes he is wearing over his paws causes trance to slip. he ungracefully tumbles in from the cold and lands face-first on a woolly rug. 'are you okay?'
Mavirre (wolverine/cat woman, bestiality, vore)
In a straight line she could sprint away from the beast, her padded digitigrade feet better suited for speed than its short legs and white-clawed snowshoe paws. what the wolverine had in its favor was endurance.
Meet Me in the Forest
In a way he was lucky, the sheer dimensions of his feet gave way to a snowshoe affect with the soft ground, making it easier to cross the uneven earth. not that any sort of walking would tire him out.
Meet Me in the Forest
In a way he was lucky, the sheer dimensions of his feet gave way to a snowshoe affect with the soft ground, making it easier to cross the uneven earth. not that any sort of walking would tire him out.
Ch. 1 Loss of Blood
He talked a big game, even though he was a 5'0" snowshoe cat and a lousy fist fighter. he made up for it with his smooth talking he learned in california and his expertise at using a grenade launcher.
A visit with Shinefeather
And so it was that an hour later there was a patter of snowshoe paws outside and uragh the feral gul poked his nose into the ruin. he sniffed, studied the bulge in her mddle, and though he would not claim to be clever, worked out what had happened.
I'll Keep You Warm
Not like i'm a snowshoe. i hate the snow." he muttered as he realized that he only had himself to blame, staying too long at the party, listening to inane chatter. well there were a couple of cute females there.