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fucking bastard -- not my son. astara dragged the beast kicking and clawing, unflinching as rake-like claws scythed down her muzzle. aventus was staggering to his feet by the time the wolverine managed several painful bites along astara's gum line and sensitive nose.

twice now she had nearly let go of it -- it was ferocious and surprisingly strong. blood rose in neat little drops along her gums where the wolverine slashed and clawed, and aventus was but a black blur to the beast's side.

astara realized her son's intentions, and with silent efficiency swung her head towards the wolverine's shoulder -- attempting to pin the beast down as her son attacked open flank.

kill it, eviscerate it, her mind egged her son on -- a raw and primal bloodlust stirring to life.