"Fifteen Missouri Counties Have More Voters Than Population."
Note how the wolverine grabs onto the timberwolf's belly and hangs there, digging into its flesh and biting soft parts of the underbelly. My great-grandfather blundered into a wolverine's territory in Michigan and had one do that to his left leg. My dad said it ripped his grandfather from crotch to calf and damned near killed him. Unable to reload and use his empty double-barrel (he had only raked the wolverine's back, the attack was so sudden) he used the stock to beat the wolverine off his leg and stained the snow with his blood as he half staggered and half crawled back to the house. The wolverine got the better of the exchange by far.