Sunset Valley But he talks like a gentleman

Help came soon enough from a stranger who smelled like the other wolves that had been hanging around and picking off the sick caribou. Tuulu was grateful. It had become quickly apparent that he might not be able to take down the neurologic cow on his own. She was not yet weak enough from the disease but she was ataxic and disoriented enough to make things tricky.

She stumbled to the side to try and avoid the other man's attack, which only pushed her into the northerner's waiting jaws. Again, he jumped up and dug his teeth in. This time he aimed his bite at the place where the reindeer's shoulder met her neck. The skin was weaker there and below there would be major vessels. He could tell he nicked one of those vessels because warm blood gushed from the wound, painting his cheeks and her chest before mixing with the frost on the grass. The cow reared up again, weaker than before. But this made her stumble more wildly than she had initially. She flung Tuulu around, but he managed to let go and tumble on the ground. He was back up in flash, though, ready to jump in and help is partner finish the job.