A second hand reached down and plucked Tom from the ground. He knew the ordeal: he could barely breathe as he was enclosed in a fist and felt a whirlwind of dizziness as he was clasped into the air. He could see the face of a slightly older giantess looking back at him. "Thanks" he managed to mutter. He was still taking this all in. She was blonde, well-built and looked in her early forties. She had green eyes, across her long sleek face. She just looked back at him ambivalently. He wasn't the first or last little man she had rescued from these wolves.
She didn't say anything. She held him there for a second to take a look at him and headed back to her hut. Once there, she walked through a little divide. Tom looked out, and there was...
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