Buried in the silence of a snowstorm

I rolled to see if Outlaw escaped his grip here, if that is not okay with you guys from some reason please tell me and I will gladly change it. Just rolled and looks like he got out of Burke's grip!

Outlaw's attack landed a bit clumsily, and the jerk's jaws lashed out to get him. Outlaw tried to get away, but reacted too slowly. Outlaw snarled as Burke's fangs sank into his upper neck or maybe cheek, a spot Outlaw had not realized was so exposed in this position. He narrowed his crazed brown eyes, his hackles risen, and tried to tear himself from the wolf's grip. Out the corner of his eye he saw the grey lady watching from the edges, staying a bit of a distance away from the fight. As Outlaw struggled, with several moments of pain he successfully tore himself out of Burke's jaws, although he left some black fur behind. A little was missing on his face. "Whoops," he muttered with a sheepish grin that vanished quickly. He turned and bared his fangs, before leaping for Burke and using his smaller size than the jerk to his advantage. He was aiming for the back, so he could cling on and dig his claws in and bite his neck. He would lose his balance and fall off quickly if he even landed, but it was worth it to get in a moment or two of his own attacks towards the guy.