Firefly Glen [M] stop, don't save yourself

The bear could feel his claws smash against something furry. He could feel his teeth settling into flesh, and the moment they did, he pulled ferociously and ripped at the animal.

But the wolf fought back. All of them did, biting and snarling and poking their sad little dog teeth into him. He felt one on his shoulder, tugging toward the rip that one of the ones before had brought. Another was at his stomach. Another toward a back leg. It made him angry. Yakwahe’s gauge for violence intensified, filling with every little poke and prod and tear.

His body felt hot as blood seeped from the open wounds. The monster swiped and spun around, switching targets to the darker of the females who sought escape. He charged forward and toward her, rearing up on his hind legs, hoping desperately to dislodge the wolves from his hide. It was this nature of theirs, this ability to gather in numbers which he found particularly disgusting. Enraged and hurting, he slammed his paws onto the ground in a show of force, trying with all his might to terrify them into submission.

He could feel himself watched from above. A large glob of clotting blood slopped off the side of his face, splashing onto the ground like a morbid water balloon.