01-30-2008, 01:19 PM
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It would have been a stalemate were it not two against one. For all that the wolf was worth, Hybrid loathed to even think that he could be compared to coyotes as one being. He was scum, dirt: a disgusting creature that had less rights to live then their prey. Deer and caribou fed them. Wolves were nothing but a plague that was slowly trying to take over Bleeding Souls. The wolf would be eliminated like so many before him.
Hybrid, too, grinned, as the wolf glanced between one grinning madman and a laughing one. The wolf snarled, stepping forward but losing its footing as its left hind leg twisted under the pressure.. In that split second, the wolf had made a dire mistake and Hybrid, who had been waiting for this, ran at him. He circled around behind the wolf and attacked, snapping at the wolf's other back leg. He dug into the wolf's flesh as soon as he made contact, eyes dancing in delight as he heard muscles and skin give way to his teeth. He jerked his head, taking a large chunk of the other back leg and spitting it out as he lunged again while the wolf snapped at him.