My teeth sink into the ear of the nearest rogue, a brown wolf with shaggy and extremely thick fur. It's like biting into heavy wool yet it's no match for my teeth. There's a yelp of pain as the rogue tears away, shaking me loose. I slam into the wolf and hear the whoosh of wind being knocked from his lungs.
The other rogues snarl and circle me. They don't stand a chance. One of them is too impulsive and wastes all his energy leaping at me. I knock him out with my paws. The wolf I targeted first has the sense to run away, but I slam into him again, hitting his head and he drops to the floor unconscious. The third howls to alert the others, but I make short work of her as well.
All three opponents lie on their sides on the ground, still and silent.
The heat of battle is exhilarating. I
