They clashed, collided, and he pulled away. Salvia lowered her head. She had never engaged in combat with a stranger before, let alone one more experienced than herself. Everything she knew, from instinct to training, was recalled. Black tipped ears flattened against her head. Already on end, her fur rippled with each muscle movement below it. It was Larkspur’s genes she had to thank for such a thick pelt—Eris’ own coyote blood had thinned out her mother’s considerably.
She expected his attack, but his speed startled her. While she managed to avoid him striking her eyes, he scraped across the length of her muzzle. Blood spilled quickly. It filled her senses. A rage she had experienced only once before came over her. How dare he.
A tiger bellowed from the mouth of the she-wolf. Possessed by furies, she threw her body at him. White teeth snapped, front legs reared and struck with savagely hooked claws, and she aimed now to destroy him. No one touched Salvia Eternity and got away with it.
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