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The blood streaming down the shoulder of the young brute left a twisted smile on the face of the stocky male. But as he opened his mouth to mock the youth, he saw fangs, and then a sharp pain tore through his side as the almost scabbed over side got torn open again, the wolf's fangs sinking into his side like a knife. A pained and enraged growl bubbled up from his throat as the wolf knocked the wolverine to the ground. His breath was almost gone, but as he stared up at him, adrenaline and rage flashed through his body as he saw him come down for another hit. The pain disappeared, at least for the moment as he rolled back his lips, showing his glistening fangs. He growled. Not now, not ever, you insolent, arrogant brat. His temper hadn't been this high in a long time as he swung his claws up underneath his chin. The claw raked over the tender skin. It wouldn't leave a mark, but hopefully it would mess his aim up and get him off of him.