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When she successfully latched onto the stranger's neck and jerked down her head, Junior felt a thrill race through her. She felt powerful. When the she-wolf growled and muttered at her, Osprey Jr. did the same, snarling as fearsomely as she could manage what with the folds of black fur stuffed in her mouth.

The adult attempted to pull herself free, yet the bullish youth clung to her, digging her teeth together. Since this was an enemy, she didn't exercise her usual restraint and actually hoped to draw blood, even if that was the extent of it. Perhaps the stranger would take her more seriously when she saw the red on Junior's teeth and come more willingly.