The Sunspire a man of words and not of deeds

His whole body ached, especially his one bad front leg, but Phox pursued as quickly as he could, barely managing to keep pace with his four-legged companion. His tongue lolled out the side of his muzzle, and when his companion yelled out, he gathered the last of his energy and did as she commanded. He snapped at the creature's side, hoping to distract it long enough that the other wolf could get in the killing blow.

With the beast already worn down, bleeding, and exhausted, he felt they had a pretty good chance at actually catching it (and hopefully splitting the spoils of their effort).