Bearclaw Valley some kind of nature, some kind of soul

skipping astara and merrick w/ permission!

He kept his glare glued on the inkling that was ordered to attack. Blood rushed through the dragon's body as he took a step forward and bared his teeth. No more running, no more defeat, no more humiliation. Orochi may have been beaten and broken, but he would not bow to these wolves. He'd give them all the fight he had. 

Orochi had to think quickly. The minion was coming at him as fast as a bolt of lightning. He could not try to dodge, so he shoved his shoulder towards the incoming teeth. The sharp pain made him cry out, but he could now dwell on it for too long. He drove his head forward with jaws agape in an attempt to grab his head.