In the third car, Eola fought for her life and the life of her friend.
Her pack was now shredded, with scraps of canvas littering the floor and fluffy bits of bedding and clothes floating around her. Their battle had toppled boxes, which partially worked in the badger’s favor since the broken crates created both i…
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