I saw this and decided it was my turn to attack him. I put my pain to the side the adrenaline started kicking in and I charged the man. I let out a blood curdling howl which caused the man to turn towards me. This is the first time I saw any kind of fear in him and the last time. I jumped in a flying tackle the mans axe was bared outwards. My full weight went onto the axe then the man. It was pointed on both ends. The type of axe with a pick on one side and axe on the other. The axe blade went straight into my chest and the pointed into the mans throat.
The 2 ladies came running straight towards us. Pulling me off the axe and both holding me crying.
The Foxy girl had heard my howl earlier and came running in at full speed. Seeing the blood all over me and the two human ladies cradling me. She came in anyways, head lowered and tail down.
I see all 3 of the females crying and making noise as my last sites of this earth. My body went limp in their hands/paws.
Forward: from the Big gray wolf that relayed to me the story to tell you all.
Don't worry folks we gave the wolf a decent memorial. The woodsman was taken into town by grams and Red. Occasionally if you see some of us wolves near your human graveyards and you see is marking on a tombstone don't worry its just us marking the bloodline of that dammed woodsman with some of our own hatred.