With every step, the scratch of couch-filed claws.
No one would doubt your experience, you've defied death wrangling larger, lumpier, and stinkier. Indeed, you fancy yourself a seasoned beast grabber—lizards, skunks, and boyfriends under your belt. You can't shake the feeling that this could be the last you tangle with. The stakes have never been higher.
A piss-tinged odor fills the air. Allergens itch at the collar of your psyche. "Am I in over my head?".. the mission suddenly seems dubious. You have truly found yourself in the lion's den.
| Happiness | 0 |
| Location | ? |
| Caught | false |