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Úlfr held the attacker close in a deadly embrace, his fangs digging deeper, immobilizing the other's jaws with his own. From the corner of his eyes he saw his packmate grab her axe. Using his large form he adjusted position just slightly to give her better access to their enemy's throat. With a swing and burst of blood the deed was done and the intruder crumpled in a gurgling heap. Úlfr carefully released his jaws, licking the blood off his teeth as he stepped back and dipped his head to the woman. "It was my pleasure. My name is Úlfr."

He moved toward where the pups laid in the snow. "Are you two alright?" His ravens knew first aid and if needed he could race them to a healer. He looked over to the viking woman and nodded. "Aye, do what you will with the wretch." While he typically left such as that to the vultures there were those that would take trophies and it wasn't unheard of to place the head of an enemy on pike on pack border's to warn others. "Though, it might be worth bringing the head back to Vidarr."