Northstar Vale helena

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Had Lecter been more involved in his plucking of the sage, perhaps he would have not seen the huge, brazen beast bearing down upon him with savage jaws stretched. As it was, only his peripheral vision saved him, initiating his painful spin away from his attacker. He was not spared; the wolf's teeth closed dangerously around his shoulder, fangs slashing in to strike bone.

Ironically, a mouthful of sage was still clutched in the old witch's jaws; he spat them out as a choked cry of agony broke from him. Lecter could not hope to engage the other in battle — he was outmatched, both in terms of age and strength — but the pale ears swept back against his skull and yellowed teeth darted toward his own shoulder; he craned with a snarl toward his attacker's face, intending to slash the muzzle, the jaw, any part of the other that would purchase him time to escape.