Can you tell me what they all died of?

Bones’ tongue tingled at the taste of Coszcotl’s blood as a few droplets dripped from his teeth to the inside of his gums. Oo, a hit. Bones’ didn’t take pride in the attack, he simply registered it for possible future reference. After all, a battle wasn’t won until it was done. Bones was pleased when it appeared the other male was going to face him directly and at close range. He didn’t have an advantage over this wolf in close combat, but he didn’t have a disadvantage either. He let out a growl at his foe as he stumbled and noticed quickly the direction in which the wolf was headed. In the moments he took to recover, Bones had spun his rear end away and stepped to close the space that had been made just as Coszcotl struck at his neck. There was no avoiding the attack, but by closing the gap between the two goliaths, Coszcotl’s teeth came into contact with the area at the front of Bone’s shoulder, were the shoulder bone met the side of the neck.

Bone’s thick fur saved him from a lot of damage, as did the awkward, flat space that was hard to grip with teeth. Instead, Coszcotl ripped a good chunk of the fur away and left Bones’ left neat slices from his upper and lower canines across the area, which had been the only teeth long enough to cause significant damage. The woundes would heal into scars, though Bones’ fur was fluffy and long enough that they would be hidden once they were fully healed. The effect of the pain on him was much the same as Coszcotl’s; burning, sharp, but nothing that he hadn’t suffered before and couldn’t overcome. Bones made no effort to dodge to when Coszcotl’s teeth latched onto the wide area around the base of his neck. That area was well protected by Bone’s thick fur, mass of muscle, and by the skin there that had been used by his mother to pick him up when he was a pup. The area there was dulled to pain compared to other areas, but fire still shot up Bones nerves. He snarled in fury as Coszcotl tore mercilessly as his flesh, which caused a clean rip to appear with a flap of bloody fur and skin rolled over it.

Bones resisted the wolf’s powerful tug just long enough to counter balance the other male, before he threw his weight forwards and drove after Coszcotl with primitive fury with his head low. His teeth were aimed and snapping after Cozscotl’s left foreleg. He meant to secure it in his jaws and pull it under the wolf so as to flip him onto his back while shredding the more thinly furred area from the simple act of pulling at it. Next, Bones move to bring himself parallel to Cozscotl in order to protect his neck and shoulders from another attack. He made a ferocious attempt to grab the side of Coszcotl’s neck from this position. His intention was to rip open the flesh by shaking his head and sinking his canines deep into fur, skin, and muscle.

Throughout his movements, the injury to his shoulders made it feel as if they had been just been seared. It did not affect Bones movement, however, for he was convinced that any mistake caused by favoring the wound would cost himself his life (as he had concluded from Coszcotl’s threat at the beginning of their battle). After this quarrel had been completed, it was a wound he would need to carefully attend to. For now, though, his adrenaline was running too high for him to pay it significant attention. The one dominant thought on his mind was being victorious by tearing Coszcotl’s body into ribbons.


[Attacks 1-4 completed, 0/ 1 Full Dodges, 1 / 2 Half Dodges, 1 / 1 Full hits taken]

I’d say these people killed each other.

40 inches \\ 210 pounds \\ 8 years old \\ no imprint \\ no pups \\ no pack \\ Toulouse