Bearclaw Valley drunk on ego

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Artok was standing guard, when a shadow went by. He froze for a moment, and then took off in hot pursuit after it. He growled, as he realized the form was a she wolf. He snarled, and went straight for her. There was no hesitation in his step, no fear for his leg or his other wounds. All he knew was she was on his territory, and she was not one of his.

He growled again, Get the fuck off our territory. He snapped at her flanks, trying to get her to turn and go back the way she came. He was injured, but he'd be damned if he wouldn't give as good as he got, in a fight. And he had the pack on his side, if he needed to call for them. And though she may stain the ground crimson with his blood, it would be her throat she'd be eating, when the others came.