Hati drove his jaws toward Isardis' muzzle, intending to catch hold of it. Instead he rapped his sensitive nose sharply on some less-than-cushy body part - Isardis' skull? his own leg? he really couldn't tell, but it hurt like Hel - and yelped in surprise and pain. How had that happened? Through the rage and bloodlust he was becoming aware of a creeping weakness in his limbs, a trembling of muscles. Weeks of smaller caloric intake than his body was used to, coupled with the bloodloss from his shoulder as well as the wound in his leg, was catching up to him much faster than he'd have expected, had Hati been the kind of wolf to consider those things at all.
He shook his head sharply, but the damage was done. The damned albino's push forward had unbalanced him already - the weakness in his legs completely undid him, sending him over backwards. He flailed wildly, trying to twist himself in midair to land on his feet, but all he managed was to turn just enough to land heavily on his already injured shoulder.
The pain made him nearly black out right there, but the black wolf's rage nearly pushed him through it. He struggled half to his feet, snarling and ready to fight, but the world around him swam crazily, causing his snarl to taper to a queasy gurgle. The terrain seemed to be darkening around the edges as a ringing started in his ears, a blackness spreading quickly into the center of his vision.
His last thought before the blackness swallowed him and he pitched forward on his face was Shit, I hope no one saw that.
"Speech"
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