Firefly Glen the wolf and the dragon

SO sorry for the wait!!! pp & all injuries were pre-discussed and given the OK :) I assumed a lot of things in here for the sake of just getting it posted but anyone, please let me know if you need anything at all changed! 

His attack is met with little defense, which for a moment, surprises the younger male. Perhaps he expected more from the previously seemingly unconquerable leader who had once intimidated even Vaati to his core. But he did not waste time questioning the victory that came all too easy. It was a pitiful but fulfilling sight to see the great beast bleed freely at his feet, and the simple knowledge that he has stolen a life from its natural course was validating enough. However, Vaati was not left to relish in is victory very much longer before the rush of air and interference of scent brought forth three shadowed figures to the scene of the crime like reapers in the night coming to collect the dead, each following after the other but moving together as one. They hold a presence about them that mimics the one many those native to the dark woods hold, the air of superiority, death and malice. It does not faze him; the feeling of the end creeping up on him is one he was born into and there are very few things in this world that truly shake his comfort. However, he recognizes he is massively outnumbered and though he does not know the intent in which they have come, his ears fall flat against his skull and a lets a feral snarl out from a blood coated snout in return. They have no business with him, as far as he knows, and the urge to do to them what he did to Rannoch is sated only by the extreme suspicion he holds; he licks his lips in anticipation. 

Ironically, this time for suspicion passes in a mere instant before the three descend upon in in an unholy wrath stemmed from nothing of value, but foolish loyalty he will never understand. Every muscle, limb, and weak spot is targeted by rows of teeth and claw, and he lets loose a hollowed cackle with enough madness in it, one could assume nothing could be done to the state of his body that has not already been done to his mind. But teeth and claw land and the stinging sensation sends the first rush of true fear he has ever felt. The pain hits him, and oh, it hits him hard; the audible sound of hair tearing from its girth, the scent of his own blood seeping from previously unmarred skin, and his own failing retaliation were sensations he had never felt before, and he can not bring himself to hate it. His bloodlust would be sated, yes, but that did not necessarily demand the blood be spilled from any other than himself; it was a feeling that gave him more euphoria than slaying Rannoch, proving to be an unnecessary killing when such a high could be made off of his own pain. Perhaps it is the ideology that even in the face of his own mortality, he does not fear the blackness of what would come for is simple; Vaati does not fear death. He never has.

It is Hydra's claw, tooth, and nail upon his eye that shakes him from his state of adrenaline high, and his heartbeat pounds out of his chest and into his ears before he staggers back, wasted with defeat and vision clouded only by the red of his own blood. In fact, he can't see anything else. An enraged roar, one filled with an anger so deep that he has never — and will never again feel — bellows from the depths of his chest, pain mixed with utter fear of what he may just lost. He can't run far, the wounds caused by the other two wraiths have temporarily crippled his ability to do so but he tries anyway, beelining it in the direction of his home. Home, where he will later be found by his mother, and to her horror. But it is a promise he swears under his breath, an oath, that the Three Fates will suffer by his claw in the same manner they had done him, and they will each take up a place beside each other as one,  heads on the border of Blackfeather Woods.