Everything in my line of sight turned to a sepia wash, minute details snapping into focus as a bouquet of scents and sounds flooded in, honing the details to razor clarity. We charged Varga, even as he spun to intercept. He almost managed to evade, but my wolf caught the tip of his tail as we flew past, latching on with his fangs and tearing as we ran.
He spat the bloody hunk on the ground as Varga howled his rage and humiliation. A wolf’s tail was a point of pride, and we’d disfigured it before he’d made a mark.
Good, get pissed off and make a mistake.
I ran the full circumference of the stage at top speed, ears back and tail low as I stretched out my stride. It kept him off-balance as he tried to follow my track from the inside. He quickly grew tired of spinning like a top, gauging th
