Moonspear Scorpio rising

The opposing forces collied into each other, their strength and savagery matched. While in the proximity of the other male's chest, he tore and scratched what scarred skin he could to harm the intruder severely. As Fallstag snapped into Osiris' scruff, the young Delta relinquished his onslaught to grimace in pain. While distracted, he gave his opponent the chance to toss him aside like a ragdoll—an oversight of the young and unexperienced Delta. While he had been hyper-focused, Osiris had also failed to realize that Leta had joined in on the fight. 

He landed heavily with an oof, and although he felt as though the air was nearly forced out of him, he managed to struggle to a stand. Once on all-fours, Osiris faced the current situation: Leta laying limply on the ground, forced out of the fight (and this life) with a snap of Fallstag's jaws. She laid on the ground, unmoving, and he was quick to assume the inevitable; here one moment, gone the next, Leta's short life had abruptly ended. Dumbstruck, he watched for a moment, as an overwhelming concentration of passion and vengeance began to consume him. As the sickly feeling spread throughout his being, Osiris' nape-fur stood on end and his saliva-slick jowls fluctuated as he released a thundering snarl. Nothing mattered now that she was gone—he would do everything in his power to get revenge. 

Fallstag would die for this; now, Osiris was really seeing red. 

He was poised to strike when Fallstag clicked his jaws and whirled 'round to run in the opposite direction. He gave chase, trailing after Fallstag at first—he felt no pain, as adrenaline pumped through his body. It did not take long for him to catch up. Using the advantage of his upbringing, Osiris was able to navigate down the mountain nimbly. Once alongside Fallstag, he forced himself upon the other wolf, intending to shove him onto the ground and pin him.