Oh For A Voice Like Thunder

The two matured Wolves faced the giant Bear. All parties panted and filled with a mild sense of pain. Hannibal's jaws were covered in crimson as his eyes whipped from the Bear, to the stranger, then back to the Bear in a flurry. His baritone vocals were but a deep growl, "Are you ready to kill this fucker?" A grin was flashed in her direction as the pale heathen darted towards the Bear with rippling growls. He aimed for the Bear's left before quickly darting to the right in hopes to fake out the slower creature. Hannibal was tall and light, an excellent runner. The albino quickly sprinted towards the Bear's right abdomen and locked on with teeth at the lower ribs. Snarls and snorts could be heard as the vicious Wolf thrashed. He hoped along with his fake the stranger would be able to attack as well. Maybe in due time one of them would hit a vital artery and the giant would fall due to blood loss.

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