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Wulfham
The smell of the woman’s blood inflamed her. The cat circled around in the shadows beyond the camp. Several of the two-leggeds were speaking loudly to each other; their attention focused away from her for the moment.
The horses were in disarray. It did not take much to come sprinting up quickly in silence and frighten one enough that it pulled away from the injured women. The chestnut mare went galloping wild-eyed from camp. The cat, her ears flattened against her skull, made powerful strides to close the distance.
Her cub by this time had moved in despite his mother’s warning and crawling low along the ground began stalking the bleeding woman. Once he was in range he would make the killing leap . . .
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