The dadclaw expresses further bemusement, reaffirming that he was referring to his younger daughter, he points at the rock wall that his older daughter beside you was hiding behind, then the large rock begins to move, turning around then creeping toward you.

The dadclaw's younger daughter roars in your face knocking you back at least 15 feet with the force of a tornado. She then charges toward you snarling with steam coming out of her nostrils like an ox as you freeze up in fear and sexual tension wishing you had power armor, or a fat kid to feed to her.

She then pounces on you, sniffing your crotch like a rancor in heat while your soul's on the edge of departing from this world.

After sniffing around your bighorner steak for a while she smiles with brightly flushed cheeks, frantically licking your face as her tail wags amicably.
[sᴛᴇᴀʟᴛʜ] sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴇᴇ ᴡᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴜɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪʟʟs.
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