yo, chill out will you?

The older wolf regarded him with an austere glance and short comments. His curt manner did nothing to phase young Iho, who was happy to be up and about and itching to get some exercise in. Not that a rabid bear was his ideal definition of exercise, but you take what you can get. He nodded wordlessly to the larger man's simple order, and then the fight was off. Iho ran up with the stranger, turning and swinging a wide semicircle around the bear's side while the other wolf diverted its attention away. The large brute was impressive to behold, clearly a trained and seasoned warrior by the way he moved and struck. Like a viper, he struck for the ursine's throat, and that was all the opening the young wolf needed.

While the grizzly contended with the wolf at his neck, Iho rushed in for the thick hind legs. They were less densely furred and contained less fat to shield them from the charging wolf's teeth and antlers, fangs finding purchase in the ankle joint above the bear's hind paw. With his teeth in flesh and the taste of coppery blood in his mouth, Iho jerked his head, jabbing his spiked antlers into the bear's thigh to tear at the muscle. The bear, unable to support its own weight on three injured legs, crumpled beneath itself. Iho wasted no time in dancing around to the bear's opposite side, yanking on its last good leg with sharp teeth and throwing all of his (admittedly light) body weight into its side to try and fully topple the gigantic grizzly so the veteran warrior could deal the coup de grace.

"Kumiho"