It takes the wolf a moment to realize he's losing his dinner. But when he does, the beast is after her again, tromping behind her as if the very Earth moved beneath him as each massive paw landed and sprung away with each step. One arm reaches out just outside of the bowling alley, grabbing at her shoulder but not hard enough to hold on. His claws, however, leave more shredded material and angry bleeding claw marks from her shoulder down to her wrist before he looses hold on her completely again.
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