Hideaway Strath There Are Monsters

The mammoth ursine didn't expect to not be able to use one of her legs, nor for more wolves to begin attacking her as she kept up her assault with angry grunts and roars. Claws went for the smaller white wolf only to catch the striped dog instead. 
The first male ran, coward. But the second she knew not what he would do, instead frantically sweeping and attacking any wolf that got too close while blood spurted from the chunk of her heel that Nyra had ripped out. 

Speaking of, the Harbinger was prowling around to the front of the she-bear now, taking opportunity in her distraction. 
As the ursine female reared up, Nyra braced. As the bear came down, Nyra then lunged upward, clamping teeth firmly down upon fleshy jugular. 
blood spurted and sprayed as the Harbinger kept increasing pressure, biting as hard as she could and more as the she-ursine bellowed and kept trying, gurgling and gasping now as Nyra continued to writhe and wriggle in an effort to rip the jugular of the bear out.
claws and paws went aimlessly about as the she-bear flailed, trying to get free of immenent death.

But freedom was not to come. Nyra's risky lunge to the Ursine's throat was a wordless call to arms in and of itself - an action meant to inspire her fellow wolves to bring the Ursus to the ground.

KILL. 
KILL.

KILL.