The pain nearly overwhelmed Varick. He knew that it was right down to the bone. Kenneth knew just how to tear flesh, he was an expert at it. But soon enough Varick gathered his wits back about him, terrified that Shannon wasn't going to be able to fend Kenneth off alone. He knew that he had to kill the wolf, that was their only choice.
Kenneth could hardly get at Shannon beneath him. He tumbled down the rest of the stairs, trying to knock Shannon away from his tender stomach. He could feel the skin tearing at the treatment of those sharp, persistent little teeth. When he finally caught hold of the fluffy tail, he tore at its fur, trying to dislodge the creature from him. But Kenneth didn't have time. Varick lunged down the stairs and pounced on him, tearing relentlessly into his throat. Kenneth didn't even have time to gurgle a final yelp before blood overwhelmed his lungs and his thrashing eased. Varick kept tearing until he was sure the wolf was dead and then let out a mournful howl.
Even though Kenneth was a bad person, Varick's wolf still mourned the fact that he'd taken a life. It ached, but he knew he had to do it and he went to Shannon, pushing his bloodied nose against the fox's side.
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