kepilogue

GnashBone wasn’t one to frolic in the hills. No, the large dire’s vice of choice was chasing vehicles, and trying to eat them, and in a couple of cases, succeeding. (RIP those tourists’ mopeds.) Well, it served them right for daring to have tours in a national park - didn’t they know it was hers, and hers alone? No other Tokota had dared challenge anything from the river to the large electric fence housing that large power substation anyways - not until the people showed up did she have legitimate competition. When she woke up that fateful autumn day, she saw a vehicle that she wasn’t sure how to eat. At first glance, it wouldn’t be much of a challenge, it had a billowy, soft exterior, like a giant stomach, crisscrossed in rope or netting or something. It was floating along, seemingly oblivious to the fact that it was being stalked. It was only when she ran up that hill - frolicking - that she realized she’d made a grave mistake. Expecting to bite into it at the summit, it turned