Wolfbitten
He twisted, throwing his weight into me, and I hit the ground with him on top of me, his jaws snapping inches from my face.
I kicked and clawed, fighting to get the upper hand. Fighting to survive.
Then, I saw my opening.
His weight shifted just slightly—just enough.
With everything I had, I slammed my head upward, cracking my skull against his jaw. He reeled back with a yelp, momentarily stunned.
That was all I needed.
I was finally able to tear the claws of my front paw into his torso, pushing past muscle, past ribs, until I found what I was looking for. I had never done this on a wolf before, but I had practiced enough times on prey that I figured it out easily enough.
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