'In there' is a hot fucking mess, but Foster doesn't care. He doesn't care because figuring out what's happening is a lot less important at this point than making sure it doesn't continue happening. He only one directive here: he is not going back.
He is not going back.
He is not going back.
He is not going back.
Foster, all 900 lbs of him, barrels directly into the first crow in his path, roaring as he closes his jaws over a feathery body, feeling bones snapping between his teeth. He doesn't stop to keep fighting in one place--he surges forward, taking advantage of the chaos to aim straight for the circle.
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He is not going back.
He is not going back.
He is not going back.
Foster, all 900 lbs of him, barrels directly into the first crow in his path, roaring as he closes his jaws over a feathery body, feeling bones snapping between his teeth. He doesn't stop to keep fighting in one place--he surges forward, taking advantage of the chaos to aim straight for the circle.