I don't need saving!

His fangs met their mark; he clamped down, biting until he felt his teeth grind. It wasn't like his body just stopped moving because his jaws found their target… the rest of him kept going in the other direction despite how he planted his paws, lending potent force as he pulled the beast's leg out from under it. The giant wolf teetered, fangs snapping furiously.

For a brief moment, the giant was a wheelbarrow in their fangs, back paws caught, though not quite off the ground. Good. Good, good good, perfect wait– it was turning to snap at her again. Damn, it recovered fast!

Iarlaith grumbled around his mouthful. He could taste blood, but the dire wolf was shaking and twisting, and while Iarlaith stood a chance for a few seconds, now he was getting dragged around like a fish on a rod as it aimed for her.

Iarlaith couldn't see much around his mouthful of leg, but if the beast kept tossing and turning, he'd have to let go.

…wait, was she underneath it now? Right. Not letting go. He gave another harsh tug as the little damsel tried to reach softer bits, trying to keep the dire wolf occupied, lest she end up so much wolf-meat.

The dire wolf ducked its head between its forepaws, jaws snapping as it tried to reach the female beneath it.

Oh, for the love of– just give up already!

Iarlaith planted his hind paws as the monster kicked out again, pulling his forelegs clear off the ground with the jagged movement. The hell was I evening thinking!? Well. There was always that little trick his brother showed him.

God, he missed his brother.

As the dire twisted its forequarters in an effort to reach the more immediate threat to its life—the unknown female—Iarlaith gave another harsh tug to the side, pulling the dire wolf's hind leg under its body. Twisted round as it was, center-of-balance off, in snow, a foreleg slipped. Unbalance, the dire wolf slid, threatening to fall. On her. Oops.

"Ook owf!" The muffled warning is all Iarlaith can get out without losing his grip.

The beast emitted a frustrated growl. Two-on-one. Hardly fair, is it?

"Speech"