Bam! Bam! Bam!
At the front of Sharpie's Inn, someone was doing repairs to the broken part of the wall. After he finished adjusting the last board, he went back inside asking what was cooking for supper.
Just a few metres away from there, lurking behind tall concealing shrubs, were a pair of beastly eyes spying on the inn. Hoarse voices were being exchanged regularly.
"That must be where those birds are hiding. I can smell their rotten feathers flapping about inside."
"Let's wait until the Supreme Alpha gets here before we make our move."
"She's already on the way. I say we strike now."
"Alright. We'll strike when they least expect it."
The Tigress Pandas' dark silhouettes blended into the night as they waited for the perfect time to execute their ambush.
Sometime later, when the brunt of the night had encompassed Snowy Snow Mountain, the residents of Sharpie's Inn were sleeping soundly in their respective rooms.
