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A flash of red drew Elwood's gaze as Fox rocketed out of the underbrush. She headed directly for the black she-wolf, and Elwood guided himself towards them, watching as the two females collided. They were both sent somersaulting into the snow as he neared them, drawing back his lips as he prepared to attack the stranger.

But she and Fox were both quick to right themselves, and before he could even reach them, the intruder had taken off again. Elwood snarled in frustration, changing leads and charging after her once more. She was fast, and this time she seemed inclined to keep running -- perhaps she had realized that the odds were against her and was trying to escape. Part of him was happy to just let her go, but he knew that Fox was out for blood, so he doggedly continued to chase her.