King Elk Forest Ungrateful

Phox listened to exactly one sentence from the thicker wolf. After that, he was a ball of fire (a Firebird, if you will) as he launched himself into the stranger at the same time as Camilla did. Even the strongest most capable warrior wouldn't stand a chance in a two-against-one battle. If her captor had thought that Phox would run (for a second time), he was sorely mistaken. The Redhawk had made that mistake once, and he would not make it again. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he had.

As Camilla went for the other male's face, Phox went straight for his rear end, hoping to latch on there and tear his ugly ass right out of him. His grip, should it land, would hopefully rip a good piece of flesh off the captor's hip and into Phox's mouth. He would most certainly savor the taste.