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The scent of blood was cloying in Aventus’ nose. Astara’s, the wolverine’s, and his pooled together in his senses, driving him wild. It even drowned out the beast’s natural stench. It kicked and hissed and shrieked as Astara dragged it across the ground. Aventus, seeing the opportunity, rushed its backside.

His small jaws snapped and scythed, catching the wolverine and releasing in quick succession, puncturing bleeding holes into its hind. If not for Astara and her fortitude, he might’ve died trying to fight a fierce skunk bear like this one. He would forever admire his mother’s tenacity in spite of taking shot after shot to the face from their quarry.

He sank his teeth into an exposed hind leg, careful to avoid the kicking this time, and wrenched his body back with all his might. A grown wolf might’ve been able to tear its limb clean from its body this way. He succeeded only in popping the joint from its socket, but he was nevertheless rewarded with a snarling scream of protest and the realization that the wolverine was beginning to grow sluggish from pain. Hopefully it would stop tearing into his poor mother's face so fiercely.