Redhawk Caldera A new world for you, my friend

Lokie hadn't really ever met a wolf he didn't like. There were those he liked more, and those he liked less. He simply steered clear of those in the latter column. Strangers were always friends first, until they weren't. And this one was so beyond not that it shocked Lokie. He dared not, however, lessen his grip, or else he would fall, potentially to his death. 

What the f- He cried out when claws dug into his paws. This was certainly not what he was expecting. Dude, that hurts, he whined. And then suddenly, he was looking at flying teeth headed straight for him. His head jerked back but he was unable to get very far, as the other had their grip on his front paws. Jesus, you are crazy- knock it off! Lokie was clearly unaware at just how much the other wolf would not give up. 

And then he felt it. Fangs sinking into his cheek. Painful cries and whimpers left his throat, and he thrashed his head in an effort to free himself. He even tried his own hand at attempting to attack the stranger, but Lokie was so caught off guard that his mind simply wasn't catching up with the situation.