Arrow Lake House of Wolves

The fox managed to squirm out of his way. Teeth clashed down on nothing but air as he fell short. He cursed himself mentally. The fox was close, too close for its own good, and still he had missed it. Damn it. If he ever had the opportunity again he'd not fail to end its life for good.

Nevertheless, it scampered a way. He let loose a roar of a snarl it its wake to serve as a reminder to what it might encounter the next time they crossed paths... if there ever was to be a next time. Hopefully it'd let its friends know the wolves in these parts did not mess around.

Good riddance to the vermin.

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