FT's exit is completely blocked by a pack of rather large wolves. Normally, FT wouldn't be scared, but now he was trembling. Wolves were normally smaller than him, but these wolves were big enough to swallow him whole with ease. FT tries to stand his ground as he steps back, but he slips on a bone and falls flat on his rump. He shuffles back and lets out a little growl, which seems to have some effect on the wolves. He uses the fact that he's a dragon to try and scare them away, letting out a massive roar that would have sent normal sized wolves crying to their mothers. The only effect it had were the wolves' ears drooped and they moved back a bit....all except one.
FT watched as one wolf, evidently male, stepped forward. FT guessed that this was the Alpha wolf. FT looked a bit worried as the wolf opened his jaws and let his tongue hang from his lips, drool dripping off it. FT could see the nose twitching, most likely because the wolf was smelling him. A decision came into FT's head. If he ate the Alpha wolf, he could prehaps control and maybe eat the pack and escape. He was a big enough predator to do that. But prehaps if he submitted, they might leave him alone and care for him. He had to make a quick decision. He decides to...
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