Blackfeather Woods He thrusts his fists against the posts

Kim, feel free to have Elwood get in a few more wounds before or as he flees!

He felt the pinch of teeth against his flesh several times, though the only thing that gave him pause was the shredding of his ear; it bled profusely, sliding down the side of his head and, briefly, blinding him as a stray flow crept down the front of his face. He shook his head in an attempt to regain his full line of vision in both eyes, then lunged once more towards his opponent, this time with the intention of biting into his face—or anywhere else he could reach.

But then the sound of retreating footfalls met his ears, and he glanced towards his pack mates long enough to see the darkest of the trio retreating; they were down to two, putting them at a disadvantage. He snapped several times more in Elwood’s direction, aiming to bite and release as quickly as he could. With a sharp bark in Shivali’s direction immediately after, he took off—his turn was slow, leaving his right side open—towards her before following after Iliksis, equally angered by his cowardice as he was thankful; they were unprepared, taken by surprise—they never stood a chance.