Silver Moraine BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Zaavier's hackles raised in frustration. There was no way for them winning this fight. It was six to two now. Suddenly, a force that the lanky brute didn't expect hit him full on, barreling the boy over and knocking the wind out of him. Pain shot through his shoulder as fangs met his flesh and he cried out in rage. Baring his teeth, Zaavier snapped in the air, hopefully to at some point close upon his attacker's flesh. 

He struggled to free himself of this wolf's grasp as he heard one of the Dragon wolves warn Charley to leave. His stomach twisted in frustration and hunger, but Zaavier was no fool. There was no way the two of them could win against these wolves. "Charley, back down." He coughed to his packmate. His voice was stern. He didn't want himself or his friend to get hurt more than they already have. He snapped at Gluskap's paws in attempt to close on a paw. Hopefully that would get his idiot off.