Whose Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

Her strike landed, and her claws were hanging on awkwardly from his rump, her teeth in his bits when he jolted forward in alarm. The jerking stride bounced her around a bit and she would have fallen off if he didn’t collapse a moment later.

Landing heavily on the young girl and driving the breath from her lungs. He was still breathing, and then suddenly… he wasn’t. She was only under the huge beast a moment longer before the older stranger lifted him up enough for her to crawl free.

She shook out her body with a wince, feeling bruised and battered from the short run in, but otherwise okay. She did have that cut on her cheek, something the older wolf mirrored. She reached up and gently patted the older grey wolf under her cut and smiled at her, before turning to the white pup. “You're pretty good yourself!”

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