To the sharp end of my fangs

Words werent needed as both seemed to have a faint similarity on how they saw the world, at least when it came to bring death and seek blood. She nodded and began to move hiddenly through the snow, she had a coat that made it hard to seen more like trees in snow. Like a shadow she moved to the front of the herd, setting her eyes into the cow with the swollen foot. And there she began to run towards making the group break in fear and panic infected every animal, and that was her wish. And as soon as they ran, the weaker one was easily left behind, quickly she snapped her jaws aiming to drive it to the trap, hoping the larger wolf would help.

It was time for the game of life and death, one she had taken part all of her life.

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