Blackfeather Woods First, we eat.

Rocco was just about to go in for another bite when he felt jaws on his back legs. He growled in protest, and jerked his head around, fully intending to take out the eyes of his opponent. Before he could, however, he felt himself being lifted off the ground and thrown to the side like a ragdoll.

With a thud, he hit the trunk of a tree, and fell to the ground. The air was knocked out of his lungs, and he coughed, trying to get his breathing back under control. He eyed the mutt with pure hatred, but he didn't attempt another attack. A growl warned the wolf off as Rocco turned to leave the immediate area. Once he got his breath back, he'd leave quicker. If the wolf choose to come after him again, he'd defend his life. If left alone, he would leave the pack lands and find food elsewhere.