Maggie finally gave up, and dragged the fawn in the direction of two other dogs, and, seeing Lucky, she set the fawn down. "Leave the brute alone, Francis. He's a weasel, he's a trespasser. I've seen him over the borders a ton of times, never does he hunt." She remarked, glaring in annoyance at Lucky as she snapped her teeth over his ear, making him whine.
Lucky let out a loud yelp and backed away, tail tucked between his legs as blood trickled down his face, surprised his sister had done that to him.













