Eola braced for battle, and considered the strength she had. Even without the club, her digging paws were wide and formidable, her claws hard and sharp. She had a lower center of gravity, and maybe more power, but she wasn’t stronger than both of the coywolves. They took a beat to angle outward again, splitting Eola’s attention, flanking around to attac…
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