Bearclaw Valley I just slip away and I am gone

To reiterate, there is no post order

His mark landed on Skoll and Earp held it.
The leg not doing enough to stop him as it was knocked aside by the drive of his jaws.
Held it because his life really did depend on it.
Where were these wolves hiding when he checked the area?

No matter.
His foot had hit the mark and sent the little shit reeling with pitiful gasps.
What a shame.
Astara was flying for a foot and he was about to neatly step aside when a force struck him in the throat.
Hard.
It knocked the air from him, sharp little teeth tried to dig through his growing winder coat. But that grip on his windpipe was...stronger than anyone could expect.
It chocked him. Then those teeth started to find a way through, his rear was pulled down by the Blackbird and another.
He ripped his teeth from Skoll, probably causing more damage in the process​​.

He brought up his forelegs in an attempt to scape the demon from his throat so he could crunch into it. Show it how a real bite should feel. But he was losing air, and slowly more blood as it dribbled from the slender puncture wounds. The wounds that grew with every renewed attempt at the youth.