"Alright. This'll do it."
Azura held the sturdy collar in her hands. It was worn from all the adventures its bearer Bunny had taken it on, yet still holding firm. That was quality workmanship for you. Azura's older brother had crafted it not too long after Bunny had gotten to the ranch. The silver bell rang as clear and pleasant as ever and Azura had recently done upkeep on its metal patts. Now she had added its latest, most crucial update; a GPS tracker.
The collars initial p...
