@dublinmade
The fire rose and roared with the added wood Fang tossed in on time. Some of her clothing rested to the side drying out for the night after a washing. Left in just a button shirt, Fang grew comfortable sliding alongside Sue to rest.
She had meant her remark but grew amused at Sue being curious on them. There were many that adorned her skin and her bones. Moving a hand, she was calm in popping a few buttons on her shirt from the waist up a bit. Her torso was exposed showing both muscle and a bunch of scars. Some were lines which were from knife fights or injuries on the trail. Others were circular as gunshot reminders that she still survived.
"Running around all over is bound to get you cut up or shot up. I have survived both and then some, Sue."
