Raven's Watch Black bird? Black Wolf? Black eye!

My roll:
Success: 4
Damage: 10

The wolf held firm despite all the bites and tears Kigipigak set in to their skin; he was losing ground fast. The blood seeping from his torn dewclaw painted a garish stripe up his leg and around the Watch proper — staining the frosted grass each time he tried to wrestle out of the stranger's grip.

Kigipigak had been in fights before but nothing that held such a dire feeling as this. He was determined to drive this wolf out of the area and defend Stjornuati's chosen home. With each passing moment Kigipigak continued to bleed. He loosed a roar - partially frustration and partially an attempt to intimidate the dark body latched upon his wrist - and pulled back, rather than forcing his weight forward as he had been previously.

Hoping it would surprise and destabilize the stranger enough to thwart their efforts (or free him of their grasp) Kigipigak pivoted as best he could and then lunged again, snapping mostly at air until he felt fur and skin collide with his cheek; when he turned to slice at the dark hide of the interloper this time his aim was tremendously crooked - but he tasted blood and felt a sense of righteousness in the connection.