WolfOfProphecys
Ten Thousand Club
Styx snarled in triumph as he managed to get his teeth into her snout, and stumbled back as she finally released his leg, his blood matting his fur from where her teeth had broken skin. He bared his teeth again, eyes gleaming in triumph and anger, though he wasn't leaning on his injured leg as much as he usually would. Styx had, after all, been run off his feet lately, hunting and caring for the pack, and looking for Tor, so he wasn't exactly at his fighting best. Still, he was trying.
But of course, she slammed into his stomach, yelping as claws dug in and he gripped at her fur with his own, pulling her over with the momentum of her jump. He kicked, no real method to his fighting, just clearly aiming to heavily wound her.
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But of course, she slammed into his stomach, yelping as claws dug in and he gripped at her fur with his own, pulling her over with the momentum of her jump. He kicked, no real method to his fighting, just clearly aiming to heavily wound her.
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