Topic: tailmouth

“Run.” Leaf was frozen in place, wings halfway unfurled and heart pounding. In front of her, stood a pony, brown in coat and wearing camouflage jacket and a hat. A bright orange vest let other hunters know it was him. She heard gunshots. He turned his head to face her again, a wing holding his shotgun aimed in front of him. His expression twisted to one of almost horror. “Leaf! I said RUN!” ...