Pain was starting to sink in on a deeper level than he had physically known before, and he knows that this was it, that he was outnumbered and surprised, that his will to live wasn't strong enough to get him out of this mess. Everything was gone now, and Mockingbird realized that. But he still wanted to fight to the end, to give these two something to remember him by in wounds. It felt hard to breathe with what had happened to his ribcage from the second wolf with the saddle mark, and moving his body was painful from it as well. He wanted to lash out more, wanted to make them pay for this, but he was starting to slow down already. His attacks were getting weaker,

There was no hope for the flesh of his neck that the other wolf had grabbed and was shaking, and he could feel it tearing and bleeding, the muscles ripping in the area. And he heard the sound of his leg breaking under the jaws of the first one, the spotted male. There were pained rasps from his throat, and he was feeling dizzy from the shaking and the bloodloss, flailing his legs at the two. The unbroken hindleg was lashed out at the spotted male's face and jaws, front two trying to claw the saddle marked male away from his neck. Then that one had done so, but lunged back, pressing him from getting up; though Mockingbird did not think that would happen at this point.

He used that time of being let go to snap back at the male trying to go for his head or neck again, trying to shake the dizziness away but failing at it. The pain was going to make him pass out soon, he could feel the creeping cold setting in. His head swayed, and it ended up in the pressured jaws of the saddle marked male. He could feel his skull being crushed, pushing in at his brain. He knew it was over now, and he was going to give into it. He stopped in his struggling, needing to get it out, to say something before all went dark and cold. "Cobryn.. deserved to die." He sneered, then he was gurgling on blood and finally passed out, life slipping away from him.