Bramblepoint BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Pearl met her mark with fury, all hunger tossed out the window. Or rather, just a major drive in taking the beast down. She clamped down at an angle, grasping just below with her front claws and digging her hind ones into the dirt below. The small pale wolf could still do a lot of damage given proper motive, and what damage she did. She tore and tore at one spot, the others creating enough chaos and other wounds to distract it enough for her to tear its hide and taste blood. Her eyes flew open at the taste. Blood. Finally.

Of course, the bear unfortunately noticed that now. Pearl hoped that the others were doing their job and working on ripping out whatever, as long as this bear was dying with minimal injuries. Its roars of fury and pain seemed to grow in volume, as if they weren't eardrum-bursting enough already. Whatever sucker, you're dying anyway, you're losing, give up. As a cruel irony, karma payback, and stupidly forseeable twist that the writer really wanted to implement for reasons, the black bear swung its paw 'round back in an effort to locate the source of at least one of the pains happening simultaneously on its body. Pearl happened to be ripping deeper into the side attempting to hit an organ at this time, so inveloped (figuratively and literally) in the side that it didn't occur to her that bears also had claws. Very, very sharp claws. Razors seemed to slice at her shoulder, leaving a wave of pain, and possibly some muffled curses, in its wake.

In all fairness, this only drove her to kill the damned son of a biscuit even faster.