Bearclaw Valley bear with me

Roll here: https://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=40396&pid=425945#pid425945
He’s obviously going to let go of Astara tho lol, gotta escape!

His teeth still sink into the she-devil’s neck below him, dirt and debris from the forest floor blow up at the wild thrashing. The screams and growls are something of nightmares and that’s exactly what this is; a nightmare turned painfully real. 

His ivory eyes twitch to the new figure that appears, a wolf of soft browns and chocolates. He’s yelling and Santi can hardly hear him through the commotion. The males eyes are on Santi’s as he chews on the female’s neck in an attempt to grind his teeth down harder, to do more damage to this devil in his grasp. His lip is curled and wrinkled as he continues to feel the pain of the female still gnawing on his paw. Not good. He thinks vaguely. He going to take the small males advice, Santi knows he’ll die if he sticks around any longer.

His eyes flick towards the golden male to his right, he’s distracted. Then all of a sudden a horribly hard force knocks him on the head. Eyes landing on the male raven he growls through the mouthful of fur he has. Hell yes did it hurt, the male almost knocks him unconscious with the way he throws his body at him. It’s not enough to have him relax his jaws though and he clenches harder and gives one last feral shake of his body moving the female along the dirt a couple inches at the force of it. The hardest shake since he’s taken a hold of her possibly. Then once he feels her grip on him loosen just in the slightest he retracts his teeth from the female below him and rips his severely injured paw from her fiery grasp, possibly injuring himself more in the act.

Blood flies everywhere. His muzzle wet with the crimson of this devils neck, it drips from his maw and is splattered across his chest. Eyes flicking down to the she-wolf, he sees the black fur covered in blood as well. Her fur messy and wet. His hind leg stains his white fur with the deepest of reds. His face bleeds more, mixing with Astara’s as it runs down his face. Then of course his maimed paw, his life force pours from it and he’s mildly concerning to him. He doesn’t have time to access the situation, he has to go.

In that same second his back is turned to them and he’s running as fast as he’s able to with three paws, which is a surprisingly moderate pace. His front left paw, the one that got chewed on, is tucked under him and his hind leg sets his mind on fire as he puts weight on it, but it must be done.

Face still snarled up, he gazes back to the battleground. The sheer amount of blood is astounding. Santi is sure most of it is his. He continues running, ears turned back to listen if they come for him. He won’t be coming back, unless it’s to take revenge.