Swiftcurrent Creek cowpoke

When the red-eyed wolf (was he being haunted by red-eyed wolves?) lunged for Arric, Akavir knew the she-wolf would be upon him instantly. He would have to hope Arric made the cowboy eat his own spit instead.

She was small, but she was muscled, and the scars on her form a token of her ability. He ducked his muzzle and she snapped at him before nimble paws danced her away. He shifted, watching her, taking her tactic in before lunging forward, feinting where he believed her next move was and aiming to catch her with gaping jaws.

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