Where the hell he was hiding it? Directly opposite him on the paws rose the second wolf no less in size than the one who now stood with a menacing growl near Roger.
Tony, on the other hand, held a little behind with a usual smile plastered to his face. His arms were outstretched in each wolf's direction and there were two guns in each of them.
Judging by the haze from the barrel, it was he who shot. Even Tony's relaxed pose said that he was doing it not for the first time.
But Roger did not have time to wonder, his opponent again ducked to the ground, ready to pounce. Seeing this Tony shot three more bullets into the side of the animal without aiming.
But the wolf appeared not to feel it, only slightly swaying and immediately rushed to Roger.
