Winona leaves Clint where he is at a near-by table where he's being boring, reading a book or something, when she catches sight of what's going on. (Clint glances over, then back, assured she can handle herself.)
She takes two flaps to get there, then lands a good distance off. You don't fuck with badgers.
"What's wrong?" she asks, bobbling forward a few awkward steps, head tilting as she watches Joanna out of her right eye.
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Winona leaves Clint where he is at a near-by table where he's being boring, reading a book or something, when she catches sight of what's going on. (Clint glances over, then back, assured she can handle herself.)
She takes two flaps to get there, then lands a good distance off. You don't fuck with badgers.
"What's wrong?" she asks, bobbling forward a few awkward steps, head tilting as she watches Joanna out of her right eye.