
Each eyed the other. Survival was at stake. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure who would blink first. Winter’s snow in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa made odds even greater. Yet this was the Crow’s home turf.

Pasquale raised his hands in surrender and was arrested. He hoped that the food was better in the Animal Resue Center than the dregs they served up in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was pleased to have on less mouth to feed, yet he knew with the new policy of catch and release that he’d be back soon.