More then we bargained for

Kichi had to get his breath but he wasn’t the sort to give up easily.  Kichi’s own blood burned to spill the blood of everything else that breathed.  He’d enjoy stopping their breath, spilling out all their blood, and watching the reality of death shown in their eyes.  The fact the bear had knocked him down made the desire all the stronger.  Even on his side, Kichi’s fangs were bared and his hate soaring.

Sera was shown appreciation in the form of Kichi getting up quickly and separating without a glance.  Kichi ran in a wide circle trying to get around the bear.  His lower part of the back was sore but nothing was broken and while there was surely some bleeding back there it wasn’t enough to fear bleeding out.  Kichi’s body had numerous scars from other predators or other wolves so what was a little blood to him?  Nor did he care how his back informed him of pain, it just fueled the inner rage.  

Kichi snarled at his own body trying to be slower, forcing it to speed up so that he managed to get behind the bear, attempting to leap on its back, biting for the shoulder.  For a moment it worked, he was on the giant bear, teeth in its shoulder, working to pull away flesh and muscle but the bear lifted its front end off the ground and Kichi was forced to half leap and half fall off.  The bear did have some blood on its shoulder but Kichi barely managed to get away when it lunged in to bite the grey and white wolf.  

The blood in his mouth tasted wonderful.

WC 1156

"Kichi"