Nicholas

　　We circled each other, each searching for a weakness. A lazy eye, a bummed paw, a single moment of distraction is all it would really take. She might not be dressed for battle, but she was built for it. Her muscles were sculpted, filling out her clothes. Her eyes scanned my movements, waiting for just the right moment to strike. She would be let down, I was a figure of perfection when it came to battles. There was a reason that I as a wolf could take out a ...