Ravensblood Forest running with wolves and i'm on the prowl.

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he avoided the bear's swiping paws only by sheer grace of the glen's gods, and watched in abject horror as finley again threw aside her life and rushed, headlong and bleeding, toward the hapless cub that the bear sought to protect from the twinned threats of the wolves. immediately, the ursine's maternal rage was intensified; she swung her huge shaggy head toward the squeal of her cub and sought finley with an arcing blow.

the caldera female swept toward him, and lasher whirled to run tightly at her side, every muscle tensed against the fall of massive paw that would surely come at any moment. paws gripped the loam and his breath rose into a plume in the cold autumn air, and still he ran alongside finley, unwilling to leave her though with each lunge of their legs they drew out of the bear's enraged reach.