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His blind charge was dodged easily, and while he cursed the woman’s fleet-footed agility, a lame old dog could have side-stepped the attack. Her teeth clamped down on his fluffy golden tail, jerking him to a stop and causing him to let out a yelp. She tugged and reeled him back in as his claws dug into the ground; she only relinquished her grip to leap on top of him.
Instinctively, the wolfdog pinned his ears tight against his head, so that she wouldn’t tear them off or something now that she was on him. Using his growing, weighty body to his advantage, he put all of his energy into rolling over so that they would be face to face. Four legs pushed frantically upwards, trying to jar the coyote’s grip and maybe even send her flying off.
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