The sky had grown much darker. In the swirling dust and wind, a gaunt brown vulture circled greedily, eyeing the dead wolf lying on the rocky terrain. The gray wolf’s fur was dull and brittle, its dilated pupils clouded with a murky white film. Its body was stiff and cold, though perhaps because it hadn’t been dead long, the stench...
The sky had grown much darker. In the swirling dust and wind, a gaunt brown vulture circled greedily, eyeing the dead wolf lying on the rocky terrain. The gray wolf’s fur was dull and brittle, its dilated pupils clouded with a murky white film. Its body was stiff and cold, though perhaps because it hadn’t been dead long, the stench of decay was not yet overpowering. The starving vulture scanned its surroundings and swooped down, seizing the wolf’s tail. It pecked forcefully at the wolf’s abdomen, tearing open two bloody gashes, and began ripping at the flesh. Just then, a figure, like a cannonball, charged swiftly toward the vulture. Before it could react, the figure lunged recklessly, clamping its jaws around the vulture’s neck with a ferocious bite. 'Gah—' The vulture screeched in pain,
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