by the skin of our teeth

Strai glanced up at the sound of a laugh, and he couldn’t help it. He grinned. He felt no judgement from this wolf, and they had worked surprisingly well together, if he did say so himself. Still flush with adrenaline and victory, he watched as the black wolf manoeuvred themselves around to finish off the bear once and for all. It was already so weak from the damage and blood loss. But now it was fully still, and he could move about the bear without fear.

Here came the tricky part. He looked boldly up at the black wolf, as he considered how to approach this. The coat was largely ruined by their assault, but he was just a small wolf. He didn’t need much. ‘I call dibs on the coat.” He could craft a piece of armour with it.


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