10-14-2018, 07:59 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]"About time," breathed the doberman under his breath. The air here was beginning to grow rather stale and a raid was a perfect chance to stretch his legs. He believed he was in a good enough state to fight, as long as he did not push himself over his limit. Smirking ever so slightly, the hound quickly trotted off in the direction of Tanglewood, itching for a fight.