The Sentinels "ye young fellows that follows the sea"

Dune tasted blood, warm and thick and like iron. The creature struggled, but Dune held on for as long as he possibly could. Eventually, though, his grip faltered, and his jaws released the thing's face. The white wolf stood his ground, but he made no move to attack again. As long as the creature fled, he had no reason to injure him further. Hopefully, his message was even more clear now. Blood marred his mouth and lips, and his lips pulled back in a vicious snarl. His ears were slicked back, and the fur on his scruff stood on end, further illustrating his point.