Killer's instinct

Reaper's attack was successful as he felt the meat of the forearm in his maws. He bite down with much force, his bite much nastier thanks to the metal caps on his fangs. Ood poured from the wound and into his maws, staining his white muzzle and chest. The lion turned its attention to him now. It went to try and bite at Reaper's scruff. Reaper released the limb and ducked down far enough to where the lion could not reach him. Moloch swooped down again, its claws extended as it went to claw at the lion's face. The sudden attacks from all angles let the lion confused and enraged. It tried to bolt forwards, away from the two wolves and the raven. It was trying to retreat and run away. Reaper looked over to the stranger. "Should we let it go?" Reaper called out. He saw no use in killing the lion. He wondered if the stranger felt the same.