This harsh world

Now that he was standing beside the stranger, he realised she was an older wolf. Surprised at how nimble her body was, and a little considered for her, he turned his attention back to the battle.

The stranger was brazen and brave, and leapt towards the tiger. Attempting to land a strike, but was forced to retreat when the cat retaliated. As she kept it busy, the younger wolf went for an attack on its rump. Hoping to draw blood with his teeth. To hurt it enough that it would leave. His hit landed, and he tasted blood even as he released his grip and snarled at the cat once more. Now injured and grumpy, the cat surveyed them for a moment, clearly deciding what to do before turning and fleeing. Merc shook out his coat, and let his breathing even out as he turned back to the stranger. “Your assistance is much appreciated, Grandmother” he said the words as one might an honorific. “I’m Mercury”


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