Maurice Hutch (OC) (
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Maurice's breaths come out in icy puffs as he trudges at that same slow pace toward the scene, club in-hand. His eyes are locked on Fiddleford but he's not really seeing him. He's thinking about the volunteer firefighter back in Dogtrot, Texas with his stupid smug face and holier-than-thou act.
Eyes on the prize means no eyes on the ground and as soon as he reached the part of the bank where the ground sank under his shoes, one of said shoes caught neatly on a root.
Maurice hit the ground with a surprised whinny.