snarling circling with are gapng maws or razers we face each othere both of use watching for an opening that well spell death for the othere with eyes trained from battel strain I spot one.
white wolf lungies and I faint from his sword claws aimed at my face and his teeth snaping at my belly
in moving he has opened his weak spot and I take it, my teeth lock on to the back of his and I brace for a ride.
the wolf tears at my fleash with fear he slames me into trees and the ground he bites at me but still i hold and wait.
A slame again but I hold, a slash at my face bleeds but I hold, a bite of my foot and a breaking of bones but I hold and ready.
I bite down on the wolfs spine feeling a pop of death the wolf below me stop fighting his last beat of heart pass and I release him from my jaw but a wolf lay not at my feet a human with look of fear upon his face all I can see of that ones stronge wolf is a died fool.
"why did you have to fight me why"
I turn away and limp home.