Two Rivers Isle One's loss, another's gain

The bear couldn't keep track of which wolf was where doing what damage. He could feel teeth sink into his muscle, what was left anyways, and flesh tore from his body. They were all on him in a blur, and he twisted and turned to try and land his own blows. It didn't matter that he knew he wouldn't survive this. He simply wanted to take out as many as he could with him.

A flash of white was all he seen before he felt the canines sink into his throat. He knew that hit would end him, but he growled in protest anyways, swinging his paw towards another wolf, trying to make contact. It didn't have the energy behind it as the other had, however. 

The life was draining out of him, and eventually the bear went down. The gleam left his eyes as he took his last breath, and with it, gave the wolves the one thing he hadn't wanted to: the chance of survival.

Last from me! <3