Whose Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

Rœkia collapsed under the weight of her opponent as he forced her onto her back. Her fangs lost their hold but the damage was extensive. Blood poured from the dire's throat and he staggered. She could feel his weight baring down on her, pushing her into the snow and making it hard to breath. The wolf's jaws launched for her face and they sparred with teeth on teeth. She'd just managed to seize his bottom jaw as he grew weaker when suddenly the dire wolf yowled and bolted forward, racing off of her with a duo of pups hanging off his hindquarters. One on his tail and one on his… oh my. The dire didn't get far before collapsing from the blood loss at his throat. He likely wasn't long for the world. Rœkia sprinted over to the fallen dire and latched her jaws once more around his throat until he passed. Once the threat was extinguished she sat back heavily. "Well… that was something. You kids alright?"