Ankyra Sound cutthroat

The appearance of another wolf startled Haunt so badly, she plucked her fangs from the seal's fatty tissues and leaped backward with a sharp bark of surprise. This left her to watch the stranger attacking the prey's shoulder. In a split second, she realized the other—a she-wolf, by scent—was simply attempting to help kill the plump pinniped.

Going after the neck area was simultaneously risky but smart. Haunt waited until the seal was forced to divide its attention and counter the other wolf's attack, its head thrusting in that direction with such force, she wondered if the stranger might take a bad blow to the head. But she didn't wait to find out before lunging in to sink her teeth into the expanse of throat now exposed to her.

But the thick folds of fur, flesh and fat blunted her fangs. She felt something like oil in her mouth as she pressed harder, growling noisily even as the seal bleated directly into her ear. Haunt didn't let go, even when the creature twisted and began to clobber her about the neck and shoulders with its swinging head. She didn't feel the sharp sting of teeth, so she assumed it couldn't reach her.

And then the nearer flipper came up and whacked her so hard and square in the chest, it knocked the wind out of her. The impact forced her to release with a gasp, backpedaling and tumbling into the sand like a dying fish.