A looooong neck

Citadel was almost overwhelmed by the sudden influx of wolves that appeared before him, obviously interested in the same prey he was. There was a short discussion, and a brown wolf knew both what the creature was called, and the best way to deal with it. In light of his own inexperience, he found himself turning to the brown wolf with a similar eye marking as his own family.

“Alright, we’ll concentrate on a front leg, and some distraction.” it was about the most organising he could do, he glanced at the brown wolf again. Perhaps the older wolf would help wrangle some teamwork amongst all the strangers. “Sure” He grinned at the newest wolf, who also wished to help.

He leaped forward, and was moving directly for the front leg. They’d strategized enough, right?


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