Kintla Flatlands put me on the front line

Lmao, I have word salad sometimes. Will be thinking of one word but can't quite remember it so I blurt out another word similar to it. Like instead of dustpan, I'll refer to it as dirtbox... heh. >_>

The wolf responded much in the way that he expected it to, though perhaps to call the creature before him a wolf was stretching it. There was something almost doggish about this one too, yet the smell of him told Twister that he was not of the same cloth as himself. That in turn, made him even less convinced that the coywolf would share. This one probably had no pack and in light of his better fed stature, the experiment canine knew he wouldn't give up his meal.

Instead, he dove in to start another fight through his desperation.

Jaws gaping as he launched himself forward, his intent was to try and overpower this creature much in the way he had tried to do others. It didn't matter what he struck so long as he gained purchase. The malinois was not interested in this sharing concept any longer, evident by the factor he was alone in the wilderness now. This was nothing more than survival of the fittest now — no one would be coming to save him or the others.