Thunder Dome full circle

It was as if the muscles and bones in his jaws had sized; never again would his teeth separate, fused into the flesh of the beast that had wrought such terror upon himself and his brothers. He was aware of the sickening pull in his abdomen, of his fragile grip on consciousness, and in the last moments, as he became the stone that would sink the condemned, he was aware of his triumph and of the inherent failure of death. Even has his body screamed for breath, his jaws refused to unlock. He towed the cat down with him, and while the devil died in horror, the white wolf died in peace knowing this was one harm that would not befall those he was leaving behind, in whose defense he sacrificed himself.