Redtail Rise shall we play a game with your heart?

I'm assuming Arion would fall back on four paws after his attack, I'll edit if you mind the PP.

Heron swore colorfully when his attack missed, though he did so with a large grin on his face. Blood seeped from his shoulder would and it throbbed painfully but he dismissed it, a fight was only a fight with injuries after all and although the loner knew he was a powerful fighter, he was not so arrogant to believe he could best every local here. The pack wolf taunted him and goaded him, and Heron could feel his blood and body responding.

With a roar like a lion, Heron met the other warrior as they charged, Arion's attack on his ear worked and he could feel half of his left ear torn off. Now, he was no longer gleeful about the first battle he had in the wilds, he felt fury and rage streaking through him. A few cuts did not matter, but half an ear gone? Too hell with happiness.  

The agouti wolf charged forward, feinting a strike to the pack wolf's right shoulder but in the last moment, fangs bared, changed direction and aimed to sink his fangs into the chocolate wolf's chest and tear it wide open.