Smelling of ice and coal / Chased; joining

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SEVEN

Moving. Pursuit. Stench of blood and ash, maniacal laughter chased her closer to the swamp. White fur and red stripes blended into unity and her gasps echoed. Ugly teeth nashed and she turned on her bony heels, jaws parted to roar at the three assaulters. Instead of a roar, a scream, a shriek, echoed from her, high-pitched. The wolves yelped and snarled, speaking in tongue she couldn't understand, they were too fast.

A brindled wolf lunged at her, only to be met with a scorpion stinger in their jaw. They gargled and fell limp as she tossed them away. The tiger stared down the other wolves and they rushed her, too quick to stop, and they bit down around her neck, tearing at flesh that stained white fur red. She screamed again to disorient them, biting one's skull and breaking it with little issue. The remaining wolf backed away, pleading, crying, silenced by her jaws. Releasing the body she looked into the surroundings. "Mhhh... Mmmhhhh..." She moaned in pain, air hissing from her jaws.

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