King of the hill

Alastor locked gazes with Saracyn, and he saw recognition light up in his son's eyes. Pride filled the older dire brute's heart as he watched his boy build up an impressive charge and slam straight into the bear, the backwards force coupled with a strong pull on the Achilles' tendon sending the bear crashing backwards with a roar of agony. There was a heavy thud that nearly shook the cave as the grizzly collapsed onto its back, exposing its soft underside to the pair of bloodthirsty brutes. No mercy would be shown here. The ursine had deliberately invaded their home knowing wolves lived here, and now it would pay the ultimate price. Giving it no reprieve or no time to recover, Alastor let go of the bear's leg and leaped up onto its belly. Thankfully, it hadn't bulked up much for hibernation, meaning he still had plenty of access to its vitals unprotected by fat. Alastor chose the throat.

With a snarl and a lunge, Alastor's jaws closed around the bear's thick neck, sharp fangs popping through flesh and sinew, tearing through arteries and veins alike. Blood gushed into his mouth and across his face like biting into a jelly donut. The heat, the coppery taste, the adrenaline rush, it was a high unlike any Alastor could find anywhere else! The bear gave a weak, choking bellow of fear, but it was swiftly silenced by another brutal crush of his jaws on the animal's destroyed throat. Alastor held on like a lion, waiting for his foe to either suffocate or exsanguinate, whichever way it chose to expire by first.

"Alastor Mendacium"