The claws rake down at you, and you slash out with your axe. The blade cleaves through her bony fingers, each as thick as a small tree, sending black, vile blood spurting from, her wounds.
The Big Bad Wolf shrieks and withdraws.
You run to the Mist Wolf readying your rope like a lasso and toss it around the beast's neck. It snaps down at you, and as it does, frigid water geysers up from beneath the floorboards. You manage to dodge it.
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Joined: 27-December 11
> Bitch, we're the ones with wolves now. She killed her granddaughter. She killed her, out of fear, because she couldn't understand. She loved her granddaughter once, didn't she? How could she kill her?