Ankyra Sound she speaks with a voice that sets men trembling

rolled a 10 out of 20. a moderate wound or few but not direly so + bruises/scrapes/etc. i'm flexible short of death/major bad though.

It takes but a heartbeat. The wocha sees what they have, sees who is raring to go, and when the bear stands poised to hold its ground, unfaltering before their mere presence, they are a force not lacking fury--but their foe is a massive one, as put on full display as it rises to heights he's not used to looking up to.

He had run for its back, aiming then for potential blindspots if he could ever have any hope of them when others were not already upon them. Their numbers granted them several angles, but he couldn't say if this would be enough yet. They had a lot to do still, and while in motion around the bear, he joining in on the trying to distract with barks, snaps, and other commotion that would surely irritate and distract from the other attacking wolves. It became a flurry of motion and bodies, claws and teeth--so fast, and so soon after the beginning too. His hackles stood tall and he at least had the experience to know enough to look twice.. even if this meant seeing his comrades falter. 

Sounding a vicious snarl of his own and he lunged in close.. closer than he wanted to be precisely when he saw the streak of red fur, but his hide was not leaving here unscathed and he would not let Blixen charge in all alone. He mirrored her move on the opposite leg, hoping that if anything, the brunt of any answering retaliation may not all find her--but backing his snaps, he knew to dodge away too if the circumstances did not align for him out of self preservation; last thing he wanted was this behemoth to get a good true grip on him.