Found a pack of trouble

Chade was out hunting again, prowling through the bushes, tail low but swaying back and forth as he was starting to actually enjoy hunting.  The necessity to live fading and enjoyment in the challenge and the freedom he felt when running along with a single target.  Running along with another wolf to coordinate a hunt had been fun as well.

As he maneuvered through the brush he found an unplanned problem.  Rustling brush was heard ahead.  Chade paused but didn’t run as he imagined prey.  His nose worked and he realized the problem.  Head circling about in sudden concern.  It wasn’t prey he’d heard nor smelled.  The boy howled a request for help, a knot forming in his stomach.

Several large dogs appeared and were already encircling him.  Chade keened a small whine as the pack of four dogs was definitely more than he could handle.  They had been smart enough to surround themselves before making themselves known.  Chade set himself into the defensive position Manea had shown him.  Theoretically, he didn’t need to win, only hold his own until help came.

Two of the dogs lunged in at the same time, one from the front and another from his left side.  Chade bite the incoming dog at the shoulder and tried to spin about to avoid the other attack.  Chade still imagined himself as the younger child when it came to fighting and was surprised to find that the dog whose neck he held was forced to turn with him.  The third dog came at Chade and he had to let go of his grip and back up.  

The blue wolf tried just to circle around and keep them all together, his heart was admittedly pounding loud enough he could hear it.  Pain shot through Chade, a horrible feeling as it came with the thought of he was dead for sure!.  A lean but tall wirey-haired dog had bit into his right side.  Chade let out a howl of fear and pain.  The damage was shallow but he was still surrounded.

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