Bearclaw Valley Friends, or Foes?

Teeth connected with a body covered in white fur, pearly whites stained with red along with the white that dawned his face. Skoll himself did not go without injury however, gathering a few scrapes along his jaw and noseline - one on his nose, the rest on his muzzle in various places. They would not cause too much damage two his form. He was only thankful that none of those bites reached his eyes. 

The other Ursus wolves were attacking too, they were a force to be reckoned with. Bears all in their own right. Ripping and tearing at the flesh of their enemy, strong and stable though unmoving. 

The woman kicked back, and ran, and Skoll followed. 

He does lose her trail but this is his exit from this thread aha