It tried to bite him again and again. Unfortunately for it, his whole body was protected by the stab proof suit and the helmet. With his free arm, he pushed its snout away.
"Get away, you bastard!"
Crunch.
The wolf bit his arm and shook its head violently. How did it taste? Weren't its teeth sore? With his other hand, Jude grabbed the survival knife hanging at his waist and immediately drove it into the wolf's side.
Whimper!
As the knife sliced through its fur, he twisted it violently. Perhaps because of the pain, the wolf jumped back and let go of his arm. Blood gushed from the gaping wound onto the ground. Since the knife was quite long, it was not a small wound. But he had no time to wait for it to die. As the wolf limped around from the unexpected pain, Jude raised his spear.
"Die!"
He screamed and put all his weight behind the thrust. The spear pierced its neck and came out the other side. The wolf stuck out its tongue and died.
