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When her jaws closed around a meatier hunk of flesh this time, Junior exerted every ounce of pressure she could manage. Simultaneously, the she-wolf began to jerk violently in an attempt to dislodge her again. Although Osprey Jr. closed her eyes, locked her jaw and tried to brace her hind feet on the ground, she could not hold onto the bucking bronco of a wolf forever. Eventually, she tore loose with such force that she stumbled backward and fell awkwardly onto her left hip.

Although her leg smarted, she ground her teeth together and climbed sowly back onto all fours. Osprey Jr. glared daggers as the black stranger whirled and began to run away rather that continue the confrontation. Since she was a Warrior, not a Warden, Junior was hardly satisfied by the intruder's flight back onto neutral territory. No, she wanted to take the she-wolf captive and present her to Ragnar.

Hurling a battle cry into the air, the child gave chase, though a combination of long but uncoordinated legs, big feet and a smaller stature meant the whelp had no chance of catching up to the enemy. Eventually, she was forced to slow to a stop, looking much more Warrior than child as blood colored her face and mouth. She cast a final fiery, filthy look into the distance and reluctantly turned to lope back to the bay.