Wolfpaw wasn't against claws, perse - but to him, it was a last resort option.
His cheek still stung from the blow but his eyes were alit with his determination. He took a second to gather himself before he backed away from William, giving himself enough space to do a charge.
As he charged, he veered off last moment to redirect the momentum of his body. His goal-- if it worked, was to graze William's side with his claws as he passed him.
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