The boar was five meters away. Four. Three.
"Come on," Roxy hissed, her violet eyes narrowing. "Come and get it."
Just as her muscles coiled to spring, a blur of grey and black fur erupted from the treeline.
They moved with a synchronized, predatory grace that made the wild boar look clumsy in comparison. Two massive wolves,nearly the size of ponies, slammed into the boar from opposite sides.
The grey wolf clamped its jaws onto the boar's neck, shaking it violently, while the black wolf went for the hind legs, hamstringing the beast in a single, fluid motion.
The boar didn't even have time to squeal again. It was over in seconds. Dust and leaves settled around the thrashing pile of fur and muscle.
Roxy stood frozen, her dagger still raised. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but the adrenaline of the fight instantly morphed into a different kind of shock.
"Axel? Onyx?" she breathed, the weapon slipping from her fingers to the grass.
