Keeping Cool

Another Quick Byte of a Road Warrior & Her Pup...

The black-furred fighter started with buckshot before swapping to laser-cart. The recoil, even for his age, wouldn’t hurt, especially with Camionera bracing him. Sure enough, Corre’s little tan hands quaked when she handed him the rifle, but she quickly crouched down behind him. Her tall Amazonian frame was reduced to a comforting embrace as she guided the Indian pup’s aim. The first shot gave him a good kick, right into his mama.

“This is just to get you used to it,” the black wolf smiled, nuzzling her son. “You ain’t gotta be a lil’ crack-shot yet. Just gotta be able to handle it.”

He looked up to her, still worried, and was answered with a smile and a “you got this.” Corre drew a deep breath, let it out, and fired.