Fox's Glade [M] my end and my beginning

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He had been born with a temper, but never had he learned to fight the way other wolves had, and he had proven that when he had failed to protect himself against the cat. Even now, he fought blindly, letting a savage instinct and furious desire guide him toward the end he sought. It was luck that the other wolf was smaller, that he stood taller and that this was advantageous to his malintent.

He scarcely noticed the reaching grasp of Cicero, teeth against his flesh. He was too drunk on his own power, however fleeting it may be. His leg around the other wolf's neck now he shifted to be less square on and more abreast. His slavering jaws made to bury his fangs into the wolf's scruff as his foreleg moved downward, positioning him to shift quickly and attempt to seize Cicero about the hips.