I watched as Hunter snarled and bared his teeth at Tom, snapping his jaws to add intimidation.
They both moved so quickly, it was hard to keep track which one was Tom and which one was Hunter. They're both black wolves and they were rolling around, snapping their jaws, clawing each other, biting each other.
It was scary in a way, this fight seemed more serious than every other fight.
That only means one thing.
They're fighting till one or the other dies.
This is a fight to the death.
I'm fearing for Hunter, he seemed out of it before he came and saved me from being murdered. He has no hope, and that's what scares me.
If I have to, I'll intervene.
He saved me twice, I'll save him at least once. If he needs it, though he might because from what I was told, mateless wolves get weaker
