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the second of the two fought; shardul drew back quickly, though her teeth clipped the flesh beneath his chin and blood welled immediately therein. angered by the sharp stab of pain, the silver cat growled through their babbling and backed some paces away, though he soon followed these steps with a slow circling of his intended victim. murder had not occurred to shardul -- not yet -- merely the feline propensity to injure and toy with its prey.

shardul struck again, his claws still sheathed, looking to shove the wolfess to the ground with a heavy blow from his massive forepaw.