River fifty foot leap

“Each that falls gives its strength to its packmates,” River Shoulders snarled. “Quickly!”
He turned to one side and leapt, fifty freaking feet in a single bound, both huge fists coming down on a Huntsman better than seven feet tall. He didn’t strike twice. When River Shoulders hit something, it went down and it stayed there. Without slowing, he bounded forward into the smoke, even as the pack howled again.

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