Minutes to midnight

Strai grimaced at the odd wetness of the boy's breath. What was wrong with him, anyway? He could only hope it wasn’t anything contagious as the distance between them slammed shut with a few powerful movements of his legs. His shoulder rattled against the other boys with enough force to hurt his teeth. The fangs of the other wolf had already found his flesh as he recovered from the force of their collision.

He felt the pain in his shoulder, and the wetness of blood. With a strong desire to retaliate, and to do some damage of his own, he scraped a paw down the front of Erik’s leg, and aimed to dig his own teeth into the upstart's neck. He was going for skin, but if he found a vein he wasn’t going to complain. He wanted to smash this wolf down. To teach them a lesson. To prove himself. So far he had done so much running, so much cowering. He had lost so much that this deer was his line in the sand. He would not lose this kill, would not lose to this wolf. He had to win.


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