Your hit sends him flying into a tree trunk and knocks him out. You stare at him and pick him up, carrying him out into the middle of the forest of death. You feel your stomach rumble. You squat down next to him and sniff his hair, your mouth beginning to water. Then he lets one rip and you smirk, that settles it, dog boy is going to become your lunch.
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