unable to bind.mated to none.father to Eztli, Lixue, Petra, Citlalli, & Itzel.Taviora

He could sense other wolves closing in on them but he was too caught up in what he was doing, only paying attention to Tuari next to him. He smelled other wolves jumping in one by one and could feel the force of the pack behind him. That's all that really mattered. They were coming together and working as a pack to down this beast, but he knew it wasn't about to go down easily. There were wolves jumping at the legs, the back end, and even one jumping for the bear's shoulders. He saw another wolf body around the side of the neck area by where he was but they were all pretty much scattered so at least no one was getting in each other's way. The bear was only going to get more pissed though. He saw a flash of blood on the bear's nose as he went under for the throat, feeling a small twinge of victory for Tuari that she had drawn blood on the beast. He felt the weight roll back and knew what was coming. The beat was about to rear up. They would have to change up their fighting style.

He gave up on his biting rage, dancing back and away from the bear's flailing paws as it went upward. He wasn't about to get dragged into the bear's mouth just because he was trying to draw some blood. He knew he wouldn't get so lucky as to grab the bear by the throat on the first try, anyway. They would have to weaken him a little bit first. Then he noticed the bear start to lean backwards and he thought of the wolves around the back end. His eyes widened and he barked.

"It's falling back! Get out of the way!"

He knew enough that the bear's weight could squash anything that lands under it. That was no way for someone to get hurt or worse. He could feel the warm trickling of blood going down his back leg but he tried to ignore it. For now, the adrenaline was enough to keep the pain at bay so he would keep using that until this fight was over. After all, the blood would start clotting and drying soon enough anyway. It was already getting dirt and dust in it from all the wolves moving around so he wasn't worried about losing too much blood. He saw the bear flop back and then swing its paw out at other wolves. He barked out warnings as he saw fit, wanting everyone to know someone was watching their backs so they knew where to dodge when they couldn't see it coming. He wanted as few injuries as possible.

Now that the bear had fallen back though, it was vulnerable in a way. They just had to keep working together. At least he saw the brothers known as the Empathy of Taviora moving away as they should have when the bear started to topple back. They were quick to movement and seemed to communicate without talking. He noted the one wolf stumble right before getting thrown and then he called out a name before rushing off into the forest. The other wolves seemed to know why he left but they weren't rushing off too so that was good at least. Must have been something to do with his imprint or something else important. Dexter was sure he wouldn't just leave his pack members in harm's way without a good reason. He tried to focus again on the bear in front of them. The remaining brothers rushed in, attacking paws and muzzle of the bear.When he saw Tuari suddenly jerk back, only then did his attention from the bear waver, gasping as he smelled her blood. He rushed to her.

"You okay? Let me see."

His eyes softened in concern as he saw the shallow slashes on her cheek. He touched his nose to them, giving them a quick lick but knowing they needed to get back in the attack. They couldn't leave the others to finish this. She touched his shoulder and he felt relieved to know she was fine. Then she was rushing at the bear, going behind it to bite at the back of the bear's neck. He knew he needed to do something too so while she was trying to anchor the bear, he decided to be risky. The bear was on its back still so he went for the tender stomach, aiming to leap up and then bite and tear into whatever tender flesh of the stomach he could get. He would watch the paws in case it tried to rake at him but hoping the other wolves would keep those things busy so he could get some good hits in. He kept himself moving, dancing around as he bit down and shook his head vigorously, , even using his dull claws to dig at the bear's underbelly as if he could dig to China.

He would try to find a place where there was thinner flesh, anything he could rip through. He had a thin hope that he could reach the bear's insides this way but he wasn't going to get his hopes up. His heart was hammering a tattoo in his chest, knowing he was easy for the bear to grab and bite if it got its head up but he was trusting the others to keep it distracted while he did what he could to get some damage in on the beast. They needed to get all the blood shed they could while it was down cause that wouldn't last long.