Stavanger Bay Get you all alone

He didn't scream again. Not this time when he was befallen with teeth and searing pain that cut him to the bone. Thin flesh already taught over his shoulder easily exposed his bone.
Too easy.
The lack of food and loss of blood, not to mention the fever and infection that ran in him. Sepsis would soon take his leg.
His maw gaped in silent pleads as the gore filled the pearl-wolf's maw. His body shook, legs curling up under him like a spider feigning death. Or actually dying. It's hard to tell with those things.

Something inside him clicked, something connecting in his throat to release the undiluted screech of pain and terror, his eyes flaring wide as his body kicked into action once more, legs -- all three -- failing to raise his body, to stop the attack. His muscles weakened and pain flaring angrily through his shoulder, his leg. He caterwauled over and over, falling into that pit of hatred and despair. The pain his mind raged around, feeding on it yet being devoured by it.

Pain

Pain

Pain
The only feeling echoing across the vast expanse of his mind. He writhed there, trying his hardest to not get hurt, yet hurting himself more in the process.
His teeth met his leg, biting into the elbow, crushing down on it with his despair, anger.
Pain.
It had no effect on his, he bit again, body convulsing around the action. He wanted the endless pain to end. He would rid himself of it. He knawed on his own leg, teeth grating into his elbow. The prone limb unresponsive, and yet he kept screaming around his actions.
It was hard to tell where one scream on pain ended and the next of anger began.