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Chapter 6 - Den scramble (Wolf POV)

The wolf limbed inside it's ribs exposed bleeding everywhere while panting and swaying back and forth

When it got deeper to wards the wider parts of the hole it saw nothing no mother wolf no cubs not even blood on the dirt or scattered bone they disappeared.

Then out of the darkness two crimson glows appeared, the wolf snapped it's head at them, and with desperation it felt over the wounds and the disappearance of it's family, it attacked on frenzy forgetting everything, even the fear of death.

The crimson glows dodged the first attack but it still got scratched from it rendering momentary immobile and immediately after tried to get away but the wolf lunged at it and bit the tail end of the assailant but the injury isn't immediately fatal.

When the wolf tried to follow up with it's attack it got stung by something from bellow it's underbelly and a fiery feeling spread.

The wolf's heartbeat at this point was incredibly high, spreading the poison in it's system and increased the blood flowing from the wound in it's ribs.

Though the wolf ignored it's circumstances, sole thought to kill the assailants, drops it's body down to crash the venomous attacker.

But the attacker reacted quickly enough to dodge.

Crashing to the floor cause the wound at the ribs sting and possibly aggravate.

The wolf tried to stand but it's strength failed it, but it wasn't going down alone.

It noticed at the corner of it's eye the creature with the glowing orbs, a damned centipede.

Feeling it's body's strength the wolf concluded it had one last bite in it and it'll make it count.

The centipede got closer and closer, inches away from it's death, the vile creatures curled up and lunged.

Perfect opening, no chance at dodging, at least it wouldn't go down alone.

But at the last moment, while closing it's maw for the final attack, the wolf got hit at the side of it's head missing by a hair's breadth.

That's it; no more strength, no more chances for revenge, only a lingering hate with a tinge of regret of the weak.

Breathing it's last the last image it saw was of the centipede collapsing in front of it's snout tidbits of flesh hanging from cracked carapace segment, but it seemed it was not lethal, no organs damaged, nothing a months rest wouldn't fix.