Flycatcher Downs vi. defeat

He was disgusted how the woman laid there and looked up at him. Pitiful. Why couldn't he find him a woman worthy enough to serve him? As he snarled and bent down to clamp on then haul her to her feet, he heard a an enraged snarl that jerked his head up. The beast's pale eyes watched the wolf charge for a moment, deciding if he wanted to flee or fight. Looking back down at his prize, he huffed. This wasn't worth it.
His eyes caught his property's eyes, and shot her an icy glare before growling and turning heels. The crunch of the snow was lost as his heart pounded in his ears. Yet he was not quick enough, a whining growl erupted from his chest as he felt incisors latch onto his leg with ferocity. The man was determined to drag him back, yet the beast struggled against it, moving one foot in front of the other. 
He had had enough, and his head whipped around, his jaws snapping.
He had twisted the wrong way, yet it was too late to correct as he heard a snap of bone and a sharp crippling pain shot through him. Yowling, his breath came fast as he twisted some more, trying to get out of the man's grasp.