Ammo ran as fast as her booted feet could carry her, down a jagged alley lined with broken and toppled concrete. The bunnyfox was struggling with an over full knapsack that dangled off one shoulder. Every step she took sent it slamming against her...
Drinking, Gunplay, Otter, bunnyfox, post-apocalyptic
Glennoar first noticed it as night became early day, the soft morning light revealing the wide expanse of Mossflower woods against a backdrop of ominous looking grey clouds. Several miles from the ridge where she camped, thick smoke curled out of the...
Clean, Hare, Otter, Redwall, Violence