I cannot help my desire to protect. It is as strong has the blood that pumps through my veins. It is my very way of life, and I cannot stop my instincts. Judas was in trouble, and I cannot allow him to be injured. He is my younger brother, and it is my responsibility to ensure he is safe. I had felt the creature come in contact with my shoulder, and I had managed to avoid any further damage. Judas came to me then, concern upon his face though I could hardly see it. My focus was glued upon the large creature angered, and when Judas speaks, I tear my eyes away only for a second to look upon him, a stark seriousness upon my black and grey visage. Before I could speak another wolf comes, a female healer of the pack. I simply do not have time for this. There is a danger right before us.

I cannot stand here and let the others take on the buffalo themselves. The female knows that I am fine, and seems to tell that Judas isn't exactly...ready to take on such prey. I am confident he will develop into an excellent hunter in the future, but I do admit my brother has faults as we all do. I am a bit harsh in my reaction, not out of anger or hatred, but simply out of the seriousness of the situation.

"Move," I say firmly, allowing Riopat to take charge of Judas as I dash past them. I was a boy quick on my paws, like a feather in a dash of sea wind. I see that Mortz has attacked further, Malina and Rogue taking up the other side. Rogue had bit at the front leg, and I knew the front side of heavily occupied at this point. I am fast as I move around Mortz, my focus sharp as I no longer pay attention to what my brother and Riopat are doing. Hopefully he does not get himself into harm's way.

I know the beast is likely distracted by Mortz. The spot in which Mortz attacks is a critical one, as well as Rogue. This leave his back left leg vulnerable to attack. I know it could be risky, as any attack is risky on a creature so big. I let my black lips part wide. My teeth of shining alabaster are sharp and ready to attack. I swiftly move to bite on the back left hind leg. I aim for the spot over the joint. I know that this is an important spot, as I have been taut. I allow my jaws to fiercely grasp onto that spot, with the buffalo being occupied with the wolves at the front. I bite hard, puncturing skin and shaking my head in an attempt to rip the tendon. It is a tough spot, and the animal reacts quickly too my bite by kicking upwards. I come in at a side angle from the front, so I miss any kick, but it does drag my head upwards. It causes me to lose my grip, but in the process, it is very likely that my teeth raked through the tendon and caused damage. I feel pain in my mouth from the sudden jerk, and I step back as I gather myself for a moment. I rush back in despite the pain, aiming to bite and damage the tendon further.