Before he could do anything else, a brown looking wolf gave a blow of his own which caused the bear to turn around. He watched as they swiftly ducked a blow from a massive paw, and Ragnar studied him quick enough to gather only that the wolf was tall, and strong. He turned his eye back to the bear, his eyes flashing with a challenge.
"I don't suppose I could trade my assistance for a share of your kill?"
"Feel free. I am not going to refuse another set of jaws," he spoke to the male, not taking his eyes off the massive mass of muscle in front of him. Her teeth were exposed in an angry fashion. They were sharp, white daggers, hanging inside the dark cavern of her mouth, ready to slice his body until he bled to death. Her paws were rooted to the ground, and as she darted her gaze to the other wolf quickly, he made his move.
He kicked off with his hind legs, closing the distance between him and the mother with ease. He reached her as she was bringing up a paw, slamming his body into her as his outstretched jaws attempted to slash against her throat. It was slightly to the left of the bite he left earlier, leaving a new opening where crimson liquid escaped but still not quite deep enough to reach the artery. Frustrated, and desperate to try and kill these wolves, she brought her paw up to try and get him but he managed to leap back out of the way. His own blood leaked from his shoulder, though he was able to ignore it.
Keeping the front portion of his body facing her, he sidestepped to his left and snapped his jaws at her to distract her. Preoccupied with Ragnar, having just attacked her, she followed him with her movements and gave another roar at him. A younger mother, he had time to notice now. Hopefully the wolf that was fighting her along with him would take this split second opportunity to attack.
