Bet you think you're Queen Bee

The thundering of hooves, the braying of the donkeys, his aunt's steps heavy behind him, it was all exhilarating, and if this was what raiding felt like, he couldn't wait to be old enough to join in. He saw the cat turn her head in their direction and he grinned fearlessly. The other boy moved to grab her neck, his aunt was going for her butt, so Steig threw his full weigh at the paw that was rising to strike at the stranger. Teeth found their mark on the limb and he relaxed the rest of his body to act as a dead weight (a move he had been practicing when mum wanted to pick him up and load him into the sack, he was big enough to walk damnit!). If he kept the limb immobilized for long enough, maybe the two larger wolves could do some damage.

He didn't have enough experience to know to look out for the rear paw that struck forward, catching his ribs with sharp, hooked claws.

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