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The warning did nothing to slow the interloper's approach, nor did Elwood's own menacing display (presumably with sound effects). Towhee's heart skipped a beat as the wolf continued its charge straight toward them, her body bracing as she deliberated whether to stand her ground or rush the stranger in return. She felt the streaked fur along her shoulder blades ripple uneasily when the wolf came close enough for her to pick out details: dark gray fur, yellow eyes that glittered with something like madness and a sickly foam frothing its—her, going by scent—lips.

Although the Xi didn't know the first thing about rabies, she felt an instinctive repulsion at the sight. She dug her paws into the ground and sprang toward the she-wolf, unwilling to allow her any closer lest she infect the pack with whatever malady she suffered. The strike was both accurate and deadly as Towhee managed to plunge her fangs into the side of the stranger's neck and drag her bodily to the ground. Towhee buckled her own legs and dropped too, maintaining her grip on the other wolf's throat and bearing down hard until she felt the bone and tissue crumble under the force of her jaws.