Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160517220115/@comment-24416658-20160603072409

"What speed?" Tanner asked, seeing where Jet looked. "Ah. Then maybe it's got friends." Tanner was still aiming around, checking his angles. Hearing a small noise, he turned quickly, only to see that it was a small squirrel, chittering and looking at them. He sighed.

"I ain't nervous, trust me," he said to Jet, walking through the forest, "If you ain't got the moxy to turn on a dime, then you ain't cut for this job, no sir."