Phantom Hollow Naughty little fly, why does it cry?

Coyote Judas had the exact outcome he wanted. He felt teeth against his skin under the fur of his scruff, just about to draw blood. But he wasn't going down alone. No, he planned to drag this one down with him. No matter how much the voice of Wolf Judas screamed for him to make this stop, he went forth with his possibly insane plan.

Judas moved his head to the top of Issun's forelegs, snapping at them to bring his attacker down. By now, he could feel blood where Issun met his mark, but he did not care. Nothing was stopping this, or so he believed in his head.