Sleeping Dragon Imagine Dragons

Mica pm'ed me saying that they wouldn't reply right away so just skip them in posting order for this round :c 

The pain had only made him angrier, that was, until Cirrus had ripped the fur beneath his stomach, he had been foolish enough to leave it vulnerable, and before backing away from the smaller wolf, to rally himself, he allowed himself to bite the thick patch of fur by the ribs, where he could easily do some damage, but slowly retreat away from the scene. 

As he stepped back to catch his own breath, he noticed the swelling around his neck, which had begun to burn much more than it did. Little drips of blood rolled down the side of his neck and onto the snow, where little dots of crimson would bloom on the cold, white ground. Usually, such an attack had no consequences, but as it was on his throat, which was way more susceptible to bleeding. 

Slowly moving into a better position, he aligned himself with the base of the tree, so once ready he could just pile drive through what little remained. He re footed himself, snarled, and began to brace himself for the final impact, which he hoped would knock the last one cold, where he could drag the unconscious body away from pack grounds.