Time for boobs, SBG

[wolfofwar]

[It's awfully cold today. The clouds are a sheet of dull grey across the sky, any moment ready to bring the first snow of the year. As though summoning winter itself, the sound of wolf howls stretches across the forest.

Somewhere among the trees, there's a lady lying on the ground, with a hankerchief over her face and a semi-automatic sniper rifle cradled in her arms.

But she stirs. She sits up, disoriented but alert.

Find her in the snow?]