Just a little hunting...

It was all too easy. Everyone had a weakness and it seemed that the new Carpathius bastards weaknesses were each other. Rather comical, really, the ease with which the boy was goaded into attacking. He could see the rage in the mottled lads face and knew from experience when and how he would attack. The bunching of muscles, the trajectory as he pushed off with his hind paw, the tilt of head so that his jaws could sink around Oxx's neck. All were anticipated. He'd gotten closer, but he'd left enough space between them to gauge the boys attack. Now all that was left was Oxx's counterattack and a whole lot of fun.

The dire brute rose onto his hind paws and arced his neck, jaws clenched, bringing his chin down hard atop the boys head to effectively bring a stop to the intended bite. "Just as stupid as your brother," he chuckled as he stepped forward, slamming his wide, speckled chest into the boy. Oxx wasted no time in placing one heavy paw on the mottled wolf's throat. As he held the struggling by down with his long, powerful legs, Oxx smiled. "Do you remember our mothers sharp teeth?" The man tilted his head as he questioned the young wolf. "Well, I have them too." As one of the flailing paws came near to the toothy beasts face, Oxx snapped his jaws on one, severing a few toes which he spat out onto the ground beside the boys head. With his toes missing, he wasn't going anywhere fast, so Oxx let the boy up, doing a happy little shimmy accompanied by a cheery hum as he stepped away for a moment to let his little brother reset.

"Oxx Carpathius"