Hoshor Plains i've been running all my life

The vice-like grip on his leg released, but the boy's relief only lasted a moment. Again, he felt jaws close on him— this time, Runion latched to his hip. Alarian twisted again, but only succeeded in causing a sickening ripping sensation in his hip. Suddenly it burned intensely; the fire in his hip drew a yelp from him, but he dared not glance to the flood of warmth or the strange feeling of something hanging loosely against his side. The torn, freed skin, barely attached, stung against the raw flesh beneath.
Ali had freed himself. He knew, even as he turned, that he should run— but before he could stop himself, he was lashing out at his brother. The boy lunged for Runion's neck, not considering now his own vulnerability to attack.