Silvertip Mountain look well, o wolves

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shardul's encroachment upon the land was not to go unnoticed. a foul black shadow drifted into his path, in its mouth an imperious demand that the cat depart. a laugh broke from the feline throat then; he bared his teeth to glints in the gloom and unsheathed his massive claws. short work could be made of the stupid beast. yet another creature, this one clothed in ash, surged to the fore, a sharp howl upon its lips. shardul's anger was kindled, and he snarled a great sound of wrath and ire, sorely tempted to rake his talons across the insipid face of the first wolf. "hellish beasts!" the cat snapped.

there was a blur of agouti; a sharp welling of pain in the side of his neck where a she-demon had grasped a mouthful of fur and flesh. shardul hissed with agony and malevolence as the smell of wolves enveloped him, and turned to glance behind himself for a route of escape. his claws flashed and he aimed a crushing blow against the thin body of the female who clung to him as if she were some giant leech.

there! crouched behind him like some pestilent gift from kali! a child! a wolf-cub! shardul did not dare take another moment; the boy was bounded by a beast of shadow and ice, but the ugly presence did not bar shardul's massive frame from its desperate dash. "if thou givest chase or attack, he shalt die!" shardul shrieked in a rasped and powerful snarl.

with a powerful thrust of his hindquarters, though he knew certainly they would heap their attacks upon him, the muscular cat had leapt toward the cringing whelp, adrenaline drowning back the pain in his neck, and seized the small body between the large yellowed pillars of his teeth in much the same way that his bitch of a mother had once carried him.

should he feel the sting of their teeth, he would hurt the cub dangling from his jaws. the small body was thin and easily subdued, but larger than he had expected, for the child was no nursling. the impetus of his initial leap carried shardul somewhat beyond the stage of their initial attacks, but he was forced to pause and readjust his grip upon the boy's shoulders as he slid into a shambling run.