Killer's instinct

Blackfoot

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She wasn't quite fast enough and the leg was out of her reach as the lion twisted to launch an attack on her. She would continue to try to dash away, to put a little distance between her and those flailing claws. She could feel them sailing through her fur and skin on the back left haunch, she just barely avoided a serious wound there. Instead only losing some bits of fur and having a superficial scratch.

The blue wolf spat and turned to face the lion, keeping eyes on that furious face and long fangs. For now, the attention was on her as the other wolf lunged in again. This time grabbing the lion's forepaw in his grasp. That forced the beast to turn away from her and she used the opportunity to rush in again. This time her target was the tail as it was thrust right into her face when the lion turned. She aimed to grab it, to sink her jaws into it and rip it like a dog with a chew toy. Perhaps she could rip it off or even throw the beast off balance as the other wolf had its paw. She still kept her eyes on the best, ready to leap away at a moment's notice.

"Dialogue"

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