Redtail Rise till death do us part

He got the distance he had sought but Prohept was at him again, teeth finding his foreleg. The familiar ache of pain focused him - this was what he knew, what he did. This is what he had been made for, after all. 

As he felt the teeth in his flesh, he dived forward with jaws parted to bite at the scruff of his Berserkr, allowing the wolf to have the leg and hoping that it kept him in place. He was not sure the amount of pain he was allowed or expected to inflict but he would not aim for a face in this fight. He was not a complete fool.