me no heat, it was falling out do to fear, stress and anxiety and was now very thin. The lack of food and water didn't help my situation either. I have not been in my human for sinc
being punished, for my
ght. I had won but there was no grand prize. They might give the winner a small cup of dirty water and if you are one of their favorites, a small hunk of rotting meat. Apparently, I was one of their favorites. I sat down on the ground with my head down and waited to be escorted to my fight. I've been here for a long time, almost two years. Only one other wolf has been here almost
ching me. It was a fairly tall, bulky man named But
d an open field, the place served as the arena. The white snow was stained red from the previous fights, making the air smell of iron. Butch shoved me into the middle of the men. They took their turns grabbing at me, throwing punches and pinching my
y and handed them over to the ring leader. I eyed up my opponent, looking for her weaknesses, as she did the
f blood and death. If eas
tried to scratch my face with her front claws. I dodged it and bit into her front paw. She growled and dug her claws along my side, near my ribs. We started rolling around and growling, ripping and biting at any flesh we could get to. She made the mistake of leaving her neck unguarded and I took it. I sunk my teeth deep into her neck. Her blood filled my mouth, leaving a metallic taste. She struggled against me and I put all my body weight on her, pinning her tightly against the ground. The mens' cheers got louder as they hollered for me to finish her off.
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