The Tigress, The Hipp, and The Warrior

“Ay, Sekh!” Emma called out, valiantly striding in front of Jenni, Leslie, and I and the rest of the Hystericals crew as we burst through the doors of the Blood Hounds’ “MudRustlers” clubhouse and primary main base of operations for the eastern most point of the syndicate’s entire northeastern division. “Aren’t you sadly forgetting about all the rest of your gal pals here?”