Silvertip Mountain out here, even crows commit suicide

It’s not long before Sollie’s trying to get away that she feels the snatch of her rear end pulled the opposite direction.  Teeth clench around one of her legs and pull her back.  The fox aggressively digs at the snowy ground to keep herself on the earth but the pull nearly knocks all her legs out from beneath her.  She hits the ground once her front legs come out from beneath her and she twists around and curls inward like a feeling, snapping at the female’s jaw to let her go.

Sollie suddenly cries out when the teeth of another grazes her shoulder, taking mostly fur in tufts.  A fox as small as she barely stands a chance against two wolves, especially when both have grabbed either end of her body.  Her paws swip with the mix of teeth, trying to pull herself in any reprieve.