Wapun Meadow quick silver

can change if fight is just between you two

Exposed to the open air, blood was rushing freely down Dovev's back thigh, leaving streaks of bright red against a snowy canvas. He staggered a bit in the damp grass, rain beginning to pelt against his ruffled spine. Dovev had seen polar bears duke it out in the north, but never once had the arctic male strayed far enough to engage them. They were larger than this female grizzly, but he knew now that all bears packed a solid punch. He snarled under his breath, retaining his stance but feeling the searing pain as he steadied his back leg.

Looking over at the pair, the tundra beast cursed himself under his breath. The ashen stranger had lunged at Falwasi, who was knocked backwards and ended up on her back, kicking out with her hind legs. It was not a good position, and at once the Creek wolf pushed himself into a lope, narrowed eyes stinging at the wounds on his legs. It was as if the bear was striking him over and over in that same area, but he needed to get the attacker away from his packmate's prone body. With a lunge, he would aim to snap his jaws onto the silver male's back hock, sinking in deep as the rest of his body half-slid into Kierke's, losing balance from his wounded hip.