my, what big teeth you have!

Keeping the beast pinned was far easier said than done. Beneath its leathery skin was hard, toned muscle intent on ridding itself of the wolf pinning it down. Hattori gritted his teeth as he dug his talons in, raking them into the holes of its nose as he used every bit of his weight to keep it as still as possible. He glanced up to see the poison-mistress get to work, slicing and cutting with a blade coated with some sort of viscous liquid. She'd been putting together her collection of poisons, it seemed. Good.

The scent of blood reeked in the air, sinking into the sand and dying the water red. Would the poison take long to work? He supposed it was a matter of waiting and seeing.