How'd you get out

If you don't get strong now you'll die. One of the voices said. Shhh, here he comes, quiet, he'll hang all of us if he could. Nia's brain snapped, as his jaw slammed shut and he straightened himself as Fia aimed towards him after he read her speech. Tally made a mad dash for the tree's and the completely different male puffed out his hackles pulling his teeth back. Toes splaying out into the terrain, as his tail became level with his spine. Eye's narrowing, he kept vigilant, being deaf caused for him to use more of his senses making it natural for him to note the position of her animal companion in case it attacked. Nia refused to let her damage this body so that when he used it, it was incapable of walking. He was a nuisance indeed, he only wished like the other personalities that he could suppress the dumb boy like a twig snapping under his leg. His head tucked slightly, as he watched her and shifted to his left in order to avoid the brunt of her attack.
Her shoulder would press just to his chest on the right side of his body. Bruising, but as he kept his balance clean through four limbs his body absorbed most of the shock. The pain rushing through his veins sent a mad growl bursting through his lips out of pure gut instinct. As her jaws came to sink into his right shoulder pulling a half inch deep into his fur and skin. The blood began to fall and the warm feeling of bodies touching made him excited.
Attempting to shift his body weight to the left, so that he swung to a forty five degree angle with the woman. His head lunged forward, head tilted to the left as he attempted to dig his teeth into the area just between her neck and shoulder blade where the trapezes muscle was on her right side. His hackles still raised, and toes splayed into the dirt, he kept himself at a relative low (his knee's bent mildly) level for he was smaller and quicker. Keeping his scruff scrunched as he aimed for her, his stomach muscles tightened keeping his surroundings within scent and sight specially for that wolverine.
1/2 for dominance

Attack: attempting to grab a hold of her trapezes muscle, or the area just between the neck and the shoulder. Trying to turn his body to avoid her getting a hold of him.

Defense: Ears pinned, eyes narrowed, weight distributed. Tail level with spine, head tucked slightly, knee's bent, hackles raised, scruff scrunched stomach muscles tightened.

Injuries: Bruising to the right side of his chest, just above where collar bone would be if a wolf had one. Half inch deep bite wound on his right shoulder on the front blade.