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Natha slinked around the battlefield. She knew she needed to improve her skills in fighting wolves if she was going to aspire to be part of the muscle of Shorty's gang. But she wasn't quite sure on their customs. What was she supposed to do just… yowl? Would anyone even show up if she yowled? Further more would she end up attracting predators by doing so?

A howl rang out and her tufted ears twitched. She was not overly familiar with wolf howls but that one didn't seem distressed. Perhaps the caller was seeking an opponent. She loped gracefully to the source of the call to find the strangest looking wolf she'd ever seen. What the fuck was that? Her golden eyes widened as she stalked forward. Natha wasn't even 100% sure he was actually real. Well, only one way to find out.

Natha strode forward. "You seeking an opponent, wolf?"