To fight beside you

The beast screamed in pain as it flung his jaws about trying to catch anything within its mouth. Ollie saw Wyl taking his own swipe or two at the soft belly underneath and the white wolf used the lifted knee of the bear to launch off his hinds and clasp his jaws into the armpit of the beast, then pushed against the bear with all his might to tear the flesh out. The other paw came bearing through the onslaught of the others and flung the white wolf away from itself.

Shaking with fury it slumped to the ground, weakly trying to swipe at them as it started to be overcome with pain and terror. Its innards beginning to spill upon the snow. Ollie used the paw's fling to tear the flesh from its armpit!

He landed on his feet, still holding the fur and flesh of the armpit in his jaw and vigorously shaking it in both an instinct and a victory dance.

Panting heavily he dropped the flesh and stood over it as his body began to tremble while he regained his composure. He tried to keep standing but eventually let his tail and hind slump to the ground while he held himself up with his front legs.

"Ttold ya." He huffed proudly, trying to hide his typical adrenal fatigue after a good fight. He would be fine in a few minutes, it wasn't like the double onslaught with the tigers. And his recovery was starting to get quicker lately.

"Speech"