Permafrost Hollows Who does she think she is?

Perhaps if he had grown up socialized around wolves his age, Qeorvik would have known better than to turn his back. But as things were, he was entirely unsuspecting to the attack coming his way. And this would mark the very last time he would ever turn his back on a stranger.

Her teeth pinched him hard on his hind leg without breaking the skin. He yowled, more from surprise than pain, and rounded on her with a vicious snap that she easily evaded. Tíkin þín! he snarled, surging after her in an effort to either catch or chase the firebrand in retribution.