Bearclaw Valley bear with me

Another dice roll: https://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=40396&pid=425600#pid425600
@Taylor you’re more than welcome to dice roll whether or not Santi actually rips his whole ear off or merely just rips it. if not, then Santi’s goal was to rip off the whole thing from the base.

Santi knows he’s in it now, unable to turn back. He’s quickly surrounded by the Ursus pack, surely with the idea to rip his limbs apart brutally. His end goal is indeed run, he doesn’t plan on fighting back–isn’t stupid enough, but first he has to escape in order to do that.

His dodge from the male wolf in front of him leave him open for attacks and in no time the she-devil with raised hackles and those ethereal purple hues is upon him wildly. She goes for his leg and is thankfully able to pull it back quick enough to avoid her snapping jaws. In retaliation, or if only to gather himself a few precious extra seconds, he throws his heavy paw at her, that could well have been close to the size of her head. The force of the push, or rather a punch, is rival to a falling boulder with his size and strength behind it.

Then, his attention turns to the never forgotten male that ferociously bites at his hind leg. The pain excruciating as he lets out a savage growl when the canary furred male sinks canines into flesh and muscle. The feeling is nothing new to him. Kicking out his front paws to weakly fend off the two pitch black wolves in front of him, his silver eyes with a fire lit in them flick towards Taylor. Craning his neck, he bares his teeth and snaps forward with savage intent. His elongated canines latch onto the base of Taylor’s ear, the muscles in his body flex impressively at the wicked shake he attempts. With the purpose of surprising the other enough to be let out of his devilish grasp he shakes his head and-if luck is on his side-rips the appendage off, separating it from its owners skull. If not, the blood still pours. Ears bleed easily and this is no exception as Santi’s muzzle and teeth become stained in that sweet crimson.

It’s enough to escape the golden males grasp and he wholly takes advantage of it. Jumping over and out of the cluster of bodies his maw drips with blood and he snarls at the white hot pain of his leg at every step. Though (due to the dice roll) he’s unable to really escape. He stands, hackles raised teeth bared, blood dripping from his maw, his black tongue flicks out to swipe blood off red stained teeth. He stares intently at them. He doesn’t want to fight, he’ll flee when he gets the chance.