Bearclaw Valley bear with me

Not gonna lie might have gotten a little confused here. Since Santi is getting chewed on and has to react to All of them it got confusing for a sec lol. If there’s a problem with something feel free to pm me :’) also the rolls got a little ate up too lol. Sorry

Santi lets loose a growl when the slithering form of the she-wolf’s teeth grab a hold of his paw. His eyes widen as she drops, her pelt dirties as she begins a death roll. He snarls as she twists his paw but thankfully is strong enough to prevent himself from crashing to the ground. His strong limbs stabilize him and he tucks his chin into his chest, the plume of his jaw and neck frame his face as he uses gravity against her, crashing his bony, thick skull against her ribcage. Yet somehow the devil doesn’t let loose.

He’s caught up with an onslaught of blood as the blonde male comes towards his face, teeth gnashing against his flesh. More blood splashes onto their pelts. And thankfully the other unruly wolf misses his mark as he thrashes about with the other two.

Getting his face gnawed on wasn’t on his to do list today but it seems like it’s happening whether he likes it or not. Before he knows it the side of his face is torn, it’s sure to leave an ugly scar. And for just a fitful moment he wonders if he’ll ever get his foot free from the prison that is Astara’s teeth.

The minimal damage to his face doesn’t seem so minimal with the amount of blood coming from the wound. Though thankfully the canary wolf was only able to successfully snap at him. He moves away from the other the best he can, knowing he can’t make much space from the others as the female chomps on his paw.

He turns his whole attention to her and the fire that swells within his very soul desires death. He lunges towards her form, low to the ground as she is and, if luck allows, takes a hold of the side of her neck. His body heaves as he attempts to shake her. The smaller wolf’s body moving side to side from his cruel desire to rip apart her throat.