Dragoncrest Cliffs immortal,

Roll here.

As expected, his vulnerability is taken advantage of and the female hits him square on. She’s fast and, unsurprisingly, she hits hard. The she-wolf’s shoulder connects with the left side of his rib cage and it rightfully knocks the breath straight out of him. He staggers to the right and sucks in a deep breath and he feels the sting in his side. Though it hurts  he only takes a second to recover, he’s no stranger to pain after all.

In a moments time he is shooting to the left, only taking two quick steps to catch up the her and his teeth instantly meet the pale white fur of her neck. He grips securely enough to keep a good grip on her, but not enough to puncture or hurt too much.
His hind legs are thickly muscled and they plant themselves securely to push her sideways. He’s comfortably taller than her and must have a good few pounds on the female as well. If she’s able to move him out of place it will be an impressive feat.