Venison anyone?

The chase was on, the pair rushing alongside the bear as it thundered through the Oaks, letting out a grumbling snarl as if to say: piss off in bear speak. Not that either wolves heeded the warning, nor would they till it was clear of Tojo territory. Hattori snapped, his teeth grazing its shoulder, not to drag it to a stop but to encourage it to move even faster. Except that the bear clearly hadn't been paying too much attention to the uneven ground beneath its paws, roots interwove this way and that, and it was easy to trip if one didn't pay attention. Which was exactly what happened.

The bear took a tumble, its paw swiping out at Hattori who only just barely managed to dip out of the way. He felt the rush of air as it passed, the force of the motion making him stumble as well, his talons digging into the dirt to gain traction to slow him down as smooth as possible. But even then it was still rough, his shoulder aching deep, a reminder of a stubborn injury that hadn't healed well.