C223 Bear Hound

Wolves, it's wolves. I'm familiar with those claws, and if I turn my head, the wolf will bite my neck without hesitation. It's their usual trick.

There was only one choice. I turned around and threw a punch at its head. Dong! That punch was so firm that it hurt my hand. This thing's head is so hard.

It was a grey wolf, skinny and small. I don't know how long it had been hungry