Chapter One- Dominence
I growled at my opponent's blood soaked face. He was a brown wolf, his пальто tattared and split, giving him a look of insantity. He trotted in place, kicking up the mushy blood-mixed snow beneath his paws.
His posture was dominent, legs hunched, spread apart evenly, his tail and head held high, but I could sence the fear in his green eyes.
This was way to easy.
My ear twitched, as if to remind me not to let my guard down. If this волк senced it, he could take me down. And I would...
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