Damn. The other male would be able to twist words just as easily as he could. I am starting to be distinctly uncomfortable as the two of them are at opposite ends of me. I know my position is vulnerable. I don’t expect that the female will be much of an issue, but still, stuck between two angry wolves is not a good place to be. I should know, I’ve been in such a position several times.


Thankfully, my eyes had been drawn back to the dark male as he spoke. I had a split second to sneer at him before he launched himself at me. I ducked away from him to my right, now positioned diagonally between the two. Rather than attaching himself to my neck, the male got my shoulder instead. Still painful, but less deadly. My teeth are barred now, half from pain and half from anger. Seriously, could no one around here take a few insults? Before I have a second to get any further with that thought, I feel the female’s teeth sink into my right hip. Knowing that she is too far away to reach with my fangs, I reach back around toward the male. The angle is slightly awkward, but I do my best to reach for whatever part of his flesh I can find, also trying to dislodge the female from me. This meant that the female hit to the side of my spine when she dove for me. The shock of pain, however, was still intense and caused my mouth to open, releasing the male in front of me just as one of his paws came down on my muzzle. I feel his claws scrape against my flesh as blood drips down into my mouth.


The female appears to be done with my back for now at least. She is darting in and out, a pattern fairly similar to the one the male is using, except behind me, going after my legs. I feel her teeth dig in to my leg and I try to wrench my leg free, kicking out at her in the process. Trying to use her face as leverage, I attempt to push off and get some distance from them and get my back to a tree. If I can at least get both of them to the same side of me, I might stand a chance of getting out of this.


Sometime during the fight the realization has hit me that I really might not make it out of this. It was obvious that both these wolves were older. I had assumed that would slow them down, when obviously it only gives them experience. My heart races as adrenaline floods me. That mutes some of the pain from my wounds, but I can feel them there, my shoulder and back throbbing lightly, probably leaking blood with each pulse. I snarl at them, ready for their next attack. I refuse to die here.

LOKI
. male . five years . solid black . not mated . not imprinted . no pack .
Kerowyn