Walk | Talk | Think
Kylar was quick, damn him. He pulled himself from the attack before Rune could get his jaws around the side of his neck and instead reared back enough for his chest to fall in line of his son's opened jaws instead. Rune let his teeth sink into their new target, feeling the flesh give way beneath them as he closed his jaws sharply. Not enough. Not nearly enough. He had wanted to turn the tables, to get a hold on his father like his father had on him, and having not succeeded only fueled his burning rage.
The larger male pushed forward towards him once again, his father's extra mass driving the grey wolf back. He felt himself lean, precariously at first, until all semblance of balance was lost and from his seated position he was driven to the muddy ground, his nephew's kidnapper poised above him. Paws kicked out, hoping to strike at his attacker, but even as he curved his neck, bared his teeth with a heavy grown, Kylar had already found his grip. Rune felt his father's jaws close around the side of his neck, pinching his airway and making it hard for him to breath. Great, this was not the position that he wanted to be in.
He thrashed, fought, anything he could think to try and loosen his father's grip but to no avail. He was not letting go, and Rune could feel the fight leaving him the longer he kept his hold. His body was growing weak, his thoughts lightheaded and foggy, and though the voice within his mind still urged him to fight, to rise and win for the kids, his strength was dwindling by the second. Pathetically he struggled until his vision went blank, his thoughts quieted, and he quit fighting as he passed out within the mud of the Gulley.
-Rune is now unconscious-
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