Dragoncrest Cliffs We can weep and call it singing

There. Maybe it was fabricated or maybe it was real—he had no way of knowing for sure—but Verx faltered, and he drove forward to close the gap. He didn't really know what he was doing, though; he'd managed to create an opening by targeting the man's legs, but now that he had taken Vercingetorix to his knees, he didn't know how to finish the fight. A real fight ended when one wolf was on their back, or yielded to the victor, or was dead.

How did he bring Vercingetorix down from here?

He flung himself fruitlessly at his quarry's nape, hoping to hook his teeth in gently and drag the man down to his side with a yank now that he was unstable, but the size difference ensured that he likely wouldn't succeed. There had to be another way, but he just didn't know what it was.