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| | FictionPress.Com Story : A Wolf In the Fold: Book One (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-11-02) |
 | | It was at a time when winter has grown so old that it has nearly, but not quite, grazed against the slight, tremulous wall of spring that the first yelp of a young wolf echoed lonely and pleading, across the Irish moors. |
 | | Flattening himself against the wall, the younger animal shrieked loudly as the fangs and eyes, shining with madness, came at him, and a vice locked around his foreleg, dragging him inward. |
 | | In a panic, the young male screamed and tried desperately to pull away, a futile effort as the larger wolf’s teeth slashed and marred the smaller animal’s leg. |
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