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He was not the largest wolf that Twig had ever fought, but he may have been the most intense. For fighting Avalon for property that was not theirs they were being incredibly violent about their intentions. Twig couldn’t have imagined acting this way, even if she had been a part of a raiding party. They fended for themselves though, built what was being taken from them now.

Maybe the only reason Twig was continuing one was because she was fighting for her children. These wolves were taking out of her offspring’s mouths. After so much struggle to get them into the world the ‘mother bear’ wasn’t going to let these wolves go without a fight. So the satisfaction she felt when she drew her own blood was indescribable. Twig never would have gone after another wolf, but she was and would defend her home to any extent.

As she kept moving so did her opponent, she knew she couldn’t stay anywhere for very long or he would surely catch her and who knows what he would ultimately do with power over her. From his ferocity she did not want to find out. He went after her again, but her body moved quickly enough away that he was only able to nick her hindquarters. There would be blood but she couldn’t feel it now. Twig attempted the same attack again, only wanting to injure him to the point were she could claim victory, but by now her doubts were high.

"Autumn Twig Memoire"