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Duel-toned eyes look to the shadow, rage oozing from every fiber of his being. Tove hangs onto the paw she has claimed, teeth ripping and tearing apart the soft pad. This paw was her’s and Tove is determined to take it. The dogs have a hold of other paws, Viðarr the bear’s other shoulder. Deadly claws tear the flesh of the shadow’s shoulder and Tove feels anger burning in her chest. Viðarr doesn’t seem to notice, or care about the wound, so the nebula wolf takes the pain… and returns it to the bear

Stretching the grizzly’s leg out as the shadow goes for the throat, Tove whips the limp at an odd angle. A satisfying ‘snap’ of breaking bones fills the air and the wolf grins around the broken appendage. In its last moments, this bear will know pain. With the leg too damaged to move, Tove drops the paw and captures the swinging paw that is aimed for Viðarr. This is his kill and the nebula wolf will make sure that he does not receive any more wounds.


"Tove Baade"