Hoshor Plains means nothing if you don't think twice

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He felt it first and then a snarl bubbled in his throat. Kalganov didn't bother looking for who or what it was that had latched onto his ass. His ass. Really? They couldn't have picked anywhere else? He would huff and sigh about that later.

His jaws opened as his hackles raised. Ivory teeth aimed for their face. He wanted to grab their flesh and was undecided on how badly he'd break skin if he caught it. Perhaps Kalganov would get lucky and grab onto a tender eye. But he would settle for anything as long as he could make a point that he was not going to roll over and take this.

Kalganov was a wolf deserving of many things but not this.