Flycatcher Downs vi. defeat

The happenings at his back, the arrival of another wolf, did not exist—not to him. All that there was, was right in front of him, pausing and then running. The attempted retreat did not lessen his rage, only fueled it, adding to the flame his prey drive; there was this creature running from him, trying to evade his jaws—it was his prey. His jaws snapped wildly, aiming for nothing but everything all at once, intending to take what he could and protect someone he cared for. But the littering of pinches made with his incisors did nothing to aid him in his quest—it wasn’t until one final burst of energy drove him forward and he managed to sink his canines into the male’s hock that he felt the beginning ease of retribution.

Alexander did not hesitate before forcing himself to a stop, retreating several steps with the hindlimb clasped securely between his jaws. He yanked, pulled, and shook his head like a madman, snarling as he tried to rip the leg right off of the beast.