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The fiery bitch came flying out of nowhere, "T-boning" Honey Badger and causing them both to lose their footing and go sprawling onto the snow. The two-toned yearling snarled as she slammed to the ground and rolled several feet. She knew that she would die if she stayed down long, so she sprang back onto all fours as quickly as she could. She saw the red she-wolf following suit right behind her and could have attacked—if not for the large gray male closing in on them.

"Fuck you filthy cheaters!" she yelled nonsensically, spitting at the other female. How badly she wanted to engage her! But if she did that, she would be torn to pieces by her backup. "You're a pussy little bitch," she added in a low voice even as she turned and began to run again. She didn't have the advantage of a lead this time, so she put the pedal to the metal. Honey Badger didn't want to die today, so her only chance now was to outrun her enemies.