Fetch! Yes, Warlord!

Despite Bas’s weight in his foreleg, it reared up. Displaying massive strength as it pulled Bas up with it. He felt his back legs slide forward as it dragged him, but he was determined to keep his hold. He couldn’t let go. He was dizzy, and in a lot of pain. The only thought he could hold onto was of little Iggy, and the young white healer. They needed him. Instead of letting go, he dug in deeper, until he could feel his spur mangling the back of its knee. The bar was marginally distracted by the other two wolves, but Bas was the biggest threat. As the two wrestled, it slammed its head suddenly against Bas’s.

The impact was severe enough that the dark wolf blacked out for a second. His hold on the bear slacking, but his spur, still in its knee, held him upright. The sudden weight of his entire body on it dragged it down, cutting a wound deep in its flesh. It smacked him with a paw, and Bas went down.