The Sentinels What I shouldn't do, I will

The sounds of pain from the other wolf were satisfying, giving him confidence, especially when blood filled his mouth. But it was short-lived; the other man skillfully twisted from his grasp only to rear up and begin attacking his head and ears. The head he could ignore, but the tearing at his ears was painful and forced a snarl from his chest as blood ran down into his eyes, temporarily blinding him. He should stop and try to clear the blood from his eyes, but his rage clouded his mind, and he lunged forward, snapping wildly until he felt flesh. He couldn't tell if it was chest, leg, underarm, or something else but he didn't care; he clamped down with all the force he could gather. He just wanted to other wolf off of him, and he assumed pain would be a good way to achieve that.