constricted

Acacius was out of his mind with terror, and to make things even more wild, the stranger took the time to introduce himself! All nonchalant, like fighting giant thirty foot snakes in a deadly maze of brambles was just another spring day for him. Acacius' jaw hung in surprise and he alternated his gaze between the starry-looking male and Pocus, who Acacius deduced was equally surprised.

And then, proving that this was indeed just another spring day for him, the male launched himself at the snake head-on, ignoring his pack-mate's warning of the jaws and somehow diving straight over them, like they were no less dangerous then the teeth of a pup. Acacius could not match that bravery, but thankfully Deus did not seem to expect him to. He was directed to the thickest parts of the bramble, and instructed to watch for an opening if one appeared. It made logical sense - the thicker brambles would protect him if the snake could not be downed, and if not, they would be an easy way to access the underbelly should opportunity arise. He moved obediently, heart pounding hard in his chest as he weaved through the sharp foilage until he had a view of the fight.

With one wolf upon the creature's back, the other launched at the back of his head and threw himself backwards. Deus had succeeded in rolling it at least slightly, revealing to Acacius the underbelly that was noticable by a different color and texture. He crawled out from the brush as quickly as he could, slicing his shoulder on a bramble in the process, but making it to what he had been told was the snake's weak point. It was lower down on the creature then he'd like, but still the yearling bloodied tooth and claw upon it, fighting frantically to the point where he'd probably not notice when it did stop it's flailing.