Bramblepoint BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

The leg maneuver wasn't working. The bear was solid as a tree trunk, and he wasn't going down without a fight. Phocion decided to look for something better, a fleshier part of the bear to strike. He detached himself from the leg and took a step back, watching intently. Yes, there was some room to bite on the creature's lower belly. . .

Before he could finish that thought, one of the bear's massive paws missed a wolf clinging to its neck and crashed into Phocion's face, leaving a large gash down his cheek. "Motherf--" He was cut off as yet another blow struck him, this time in the shoulder. Oh, hell no, Phocion thought, teeth gritted with rage and pain, and shot in like a bolt of white lightning, sinking his fangs into belly-flesh.

He tore and tore, adding his claws as well. He had no love for this bear now; he was ready to rip the stupid creature's guts out. Blood filled his mouth, and he spit it out the sides of his muzzle as he went on, continuing to bite down hard.