A midnight colored coat is pulled across a muscular frame. A growl and yelp mend into one annoying sound when another painful jab strikes his side ripping through him like a erupting volcano. A surge of anger and pain rips through him, old memories threatening to escape his troubled mind. Troh swivels around facing the pathetic excuse called a wolf. The opposition lupine is merely as tall as his shoulder standing below his loin. Sharp canines hold the wolf sturdily in his clasp. A victorious smirk pulls at his lips when the feeling of his opponents shallowing breath beneath him. Troh had won, he was safe from his father's wraith.
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