He managed to rip into her snout and when he jumped away he had a chance to see the crimson start pouring from the wound. For a split moment, he thought she might back down, but then he saw that look in her eyes, that look that he himself had become infamous for in the past. It was a look of complete and unadulterated rage and it was aimed squarely at him. Then she roared. He didn’t even know wolves could roar and he recoiled. Oh yes, he was in deep trouble now.
Before he could begin to react she was upon him, her nails like claws into his flesh and her jaw heading straight for his throat; for the kill. He twisted again, somehow managing to dodge this deadly attack and instead her teeth clamped down like a vice on his foreleg. He yelped and attempted to fight back but she continued with such a frantic pace that he didn’t even have a chance. He felt her teeth sink into his flesh again and again.
Frantically, with death seemingly looming as a possibility in his future he managed to push her off him and scrambled in the sand to try to flee.
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