Fox's Tail
wolf's fang, lion's mane, cheetah's spots, rabbit's foot, mink's fur. every single package was like that. david picked up the grey one that said: wolfs fang.
Dawn of the Hellwolves (part 6 of 7)
On the pike before her, staring-eyed and shocked, perched the severed head of william called wolf-fang, ex-baron of hightshame long valley and the southern roads.
Chapter 3: The End
The bear roared in agony as he felt the wolf's fangs gnawing on his throat. in excruciating pain, the strength to pull the lupine off of his body somehow came to him.
The Lesser Known One
The rat's reward for his stupidity was to be ripped into by the wolves' fangs. he didn't last that long after that. after all, a wold trumps a rat any day. his ear was an altogether dissimilar story.
The Rose of the Wolf
I watch the rabbits run away from the wolf's fangs and feel the adrenaline pump through my veins. the hunt has begun. my weapon is ready to reap the field. the most intimate connection between two people is that of prey and their hunter.
A Fox, a Dog and a Raven - Chapter 49 (Inner Demons)
"wolf fang over fang!" a single spinning mass burst from the smoke. karabe smirked and focused his chakra into the barrier emitters.
Lupirin: Pain - part 2
The wolf's fangs were elongated, and his eyes were an eerie crimson. this was no wolf...it was a monster. it was a _lupirin!_ adrian ran without a sense of direction.
Hand of Hell: Chapter 3, Theft
The wolf, fang was the one cooking at the moment, rock having gathered plenty of wood with his mighty axe and the others setting up a safe primeter before all settling down, mainly resting against the trees around the fire.
Lykos-Apocalypse Chapter 1
There was brief spike in pain as the wolf's fangs punctured through his shoulder. as the wolf receded, jo passed out from the blood loss. \*\*\* jo watched as thousands of images flashed before his eyes.
Princess Cut from Marble
The morsel was tender, splitting easily between the wolf's fangs. with a sweet, earthy aroma danced the savory flavor of fats and salty, metallic juices. the steak was indeed delicious, but he simply couldn't stomach anything more whilst under pressure.
The Changing Dream
He felt the breath on the back of his leg and just as the wolf's fangs began to sink into his leg, his eyes flew open and he was once again sitting in his bed, cold sweat pouring from his skin. "ah...
Infected
He could imagine the feel of the wolf's fangs into his shoulder, biting though his flesh. robert put a hand on his shoulder. why did the wolf want to bite him? "then we fight.