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While raining blow after blow on the dark brutes head, Saber managed to lose track of what he was doing. And when he did, he turned quite savage.
Saber was half straddling the ebony opponent, a single forepaw wrapped aross the front section of his bod, and tore chunks.
A ear flew off, a slab of fur, and a series af whines and yelps followed suite after every piece of wolf was shredded. Saber felt the opponent try to buck him off, and haul ass to the trees, but the FrostFur had no mercy for him. Besides, he wasn't finished with him yet.

More wolf went flying, and finally, the originally big and badass savage onyx was a pathetic and whining hunk of bleeding and barely conscious wolf. Who even stopped fighting. Saber had him at the mercy of his paws.

After finishing his rabid zombie approach, the handsome tawny DelMonte mix poured every death entombed shard of hatred into his glacials, the frozen irises promising more pain to come, if he was not obeyed. And stared straight into the dulling yet still aware ambers of the dark wolf who was on the verge of pissing himself.

"You remember this fight. You remember how you were massacred. And if I certainly see you attemepting to hurt another member of this pack, you will have less than what I left you with. Now, leave, you pathetic excuse of a wolf."

And as if the dying and half deaf lupine was released of some paralysis spell, he 180°, and ran as if he were being chased straight to hell. And Saber turned, prepared to do the same damage to his sister's opponent, but sat down, knowing his sibling handled herself
, and handled herself, well.
She was his sister. How could she not?