Moonspear Wake and pace the hall

The rush of battle coursed through his veins in the form of adrenaline as he landed. The blood on his nose only fueled him further, and he barely felt the pain as his teeth bit down hard on her. He'd never cared much for the Caldera wolves, and he'd been dissatisfied by not getting their blood several times. Peregrine and Fox had gotten away when they had disturbed the pack's hunt and gotten several of his pack members hurt; Peregrine'd outright insulted him after his mate had been hurt by Lazarus. It was enough, now. He would not stand for it any more.

Yet as he grabbed a part through which it was easy to push her down, his weight helping the process along, he decided in that moment he would only push her down. He would make her regret this, but maybe he would not kill her. He was given only a second or so to think about this, consider his mercy, but then she started to jerk wildly. He would have growled at her to stay still, but could not because his mouth was still full with her flesh. He bit down hard even as she struggled, but when she bit his underside he let go out of reflex. He leaped back in surprise, but wasted little time before getting into motion again to chase her down, assuming that she were to run away.