User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151203061729


 * The Mare Do Well trots to the nearest bridge and leans over the edge.

Mare Do Well: "Let's hope you're right!"


 * She leaps from the bridge.


 * The Carbonwolves yelp and maintain their distance. Their claws start to tumble over the weeds and return to them, however.


 * Meanwhile, Glaive's wolf falls for the ruse. It savagely pursues him over the vines, gaining ground at an alarming pace.