This Thread Is Going To The Dogs

One of the wild dogs scooted forward. Mæva lunged and snapped sending the dog shuffling back but only for a moment. He barked at her. Her ears flicked back and she growled again. She heard barking in the distance and wondered if she was about to get swarmed by even more wild dogs.

Mæva was just considering making a run for it when a large male wolf appeared with two dogs on his heels. She didn't recognize what sort of dog they were but they seemed to be allies of the male wolf. "Thanks," she said softly. "If you help, I'll share the kill."

One of the wild dogs started circling to her left. He lunged and she did to, aiming lower than the dog that had leapt toward her. The dog's fangs seized her scruff, closer to her shoulders while her jaws latched onto his left front leg, just at the wrist. She bit down brutally with as much force as she could, aided in some ways by the pain in her neck. She grit her teeth through the pain until she heard a crack. In a moment the wild dog let go with a yelping squeal.