Haunted Wood I see you in my dreams

It was with surprise that the nimble wolf found purchase in the man’s breast. Crowfeather exhaled sharply at the satisfaction of it before Germanicus’ teeth were upon him for his defensive move.

Flashes of his past swept through him. Before he had a choice, instinct took over each of his actions.

Crowfeather shifted, quickly, sharply, as though his life depended on it. Fear coursed through him, it would have filled the air, the stench of cowardice. The dark wolf recoiled and then snapped wildly with his teeth toward Germanicus’ muzzle. A true growl forming in the back of his throat.

Within seconds of his retaliation, Crowfeather stopped and stepped back quickly.

I- I do not wish to disappoint you, he whimpered. But I will never be a fighter.