Blackbeak Bluff Casser une Jambe

Attack: 5

The feeling was sickening as the tooth retreated. His eye was throbbing, and his face was wet with his own blood and a coating of the wolf's saliva. His brother had responded. He was presented with an opportunity to flee. 

He would. He was too important to be subject to this. 

But not just yet. They came for fur. 

He snapped at the black wolf, aiming just behind his shoulder. His intention was to pull a clump free, then retreat. His brother would be fine.