Jun 28 2016, 01:02 AM
As she came to Merry Men territory, she gave a loud, roaring trumpet. The wind carried the sound further, which improved her mood even more. The cow was in a sad shape, however. Having fought with a massive dragon recently, there was healing wounds; a chunk missing from her trunk, claw and bite marks on her neck and back. The process was painfully slow, but infection had been avoided, thus far. Regardless, the elephant walked a bit gingerly, the movements pulling at deep injuries.
Them fucking Guardians were beginning to be a massive problem. The bull was easy to beat, but she wasn't planning to tussle with the dragon again anytime soon. It was too close for comfort. Killing others was all dandy, but her own hide needed to stay in tact so she could perform such heinous acts.