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Their target felt the wrath of stinging puppy bites. Jack was over eager and ready to nip at anything that reached his snout. When the large wolf tumbled over, the boy did not hesitate to leap onto the prone figure and begin shoving his paws in all the places that might hurt to poke at. His young frame was awkward and gangly, but he did a fine job of staying atop the bucking bull.

When they had finished their fight to the death, Jack Snipe turned his attention toward their mother and barked excitedly at her. Did she see how good they’d done? His gaze shifted toward the man that he had stretched out on top of and he wagged his tail, feeling proud of their accomplishments.