Kick your feet into gear or starve

The huge bear bellows its rage at the pair as they rip and tear through its fur and fat. Ezekiel is as agile as a cat, dropping back down to the earth with ease as he slips quickly from the outraged beast’s range. Duel-toned eyes snap over to the cream hued woman, a brow arching quietly at her mused words but dips his head in silent acknowledgement before turning his gaze back to the wounded creature.

The world around him dissolves until there is only him and bear.

A flash of cream is the last he sees of the lady as he charges forward, bellowing a wild battle cry as he goes. The creature’s attention is turning away from him as it tries to swing toward the other wolf and Zeke is going to make it pay for ignoring him. Eyes flash with delight as he nears, muscles coiling until he spies the perfect opportunity to release the stored energy and is sent flying at that turning neck. Teeth latch onto the thickly furred area, clamping down tightly as he allows himself to hang there for a moment.

With a snarl and twist of his head, Ezekiel plants his front paws on the side of the bear’s neck and shoves off, taking with him, a huge chunk of flesh. Blood follows after him as he falls back to the ground.


"Speech!"