pesticide
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Something inside him had snapped. He didn't know exactly what but the disgust and fury had doubled as the fighting intensified. He knew that he should just turn tail and run but he hadn't done anything in the first place to have this fight thrown upon him. Unless walking past claimed territories now was hazardous to ones health and he had yet to receive the public service announcement then he wasn't about to be cowed by some halfbreed who thought better of himself. He was still a creature with pride and the beast within told him to stand his ground.

His pearly white fangs snapped on the scruff of the large male, the pure wolf aware of the thrashing and nashing of the others teeth, only letting go when they thrust out towards his throat. A roaring snarl broke from his maw as he realized too late it was a feint as quick as a snake the beast's fangs caught his uperforeleg instead. He quickly dove in to counter the attack, his fangs searching out the males fleshy side as he felt the clan member throw his weight into his already injured haunch. He tried to ignore the pain but the already throbbing wound blazed now as he was beginning to realize too soon he might have to make a run for it if the oppertunity presented itself.


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