Quiet is the Night

He found the world outside his home odd. There'd not been any other pack in his lifetime or that of his parents. What came before was either forgotten, hidden or immaterial. Leastwise to the record keepers who were meant to carry on the history of their pack. Thus he was not well adverse in these matters. He only knew someone was trying to take the freedom he'd gained and put him under yet other restrictions not knowing whether they'd be worse than what he'd grown up with.

Instead of tensing, he relaxed his muscles as tensing up could cause far more damage though his hair continued to bristle along his neck and spine. He'd done so when he noticed her movement. He was just able to twist his body enough that instead of hitting the crease she instead hit into his leg rather than the crease. So hard in fact he knew he'd have a contusion which would make movement the next few weeks to a couple weeks difficult. Because of the pain, when all his paws were back upon the ground, he spread them as wide as he could, his tail pointing right to help with his weakened balance. Yet he was not without passion for his freedom.

His brows remained narrow to protect against harm to his eyes. The young males ears were kept pinned against his skull. The skin atop his snout wrinkled as he growled as his opponents jaws neared his leg. His own head lowered. Jowls parted as he dove in for one of her eyes, curving his body toward her right the better able to take aim of her right eye. He placed all the pressure and weight he was capable of into the attack, intending to get a deep and painful grip on her that could potentially poke out an eye with his teeth - wanting to feel her flesh between his teeth as he ground down. He wanted her grip gone from his leg before she was capable of crushing his bone - she'd already torn through some muscle.

Savage however did feel the teeth that had sunk into his right foreleg. His eyes stung with the agony, but adrenaline from the confusion and anger kept him from stalling even though his response time had been slowed down from the injury he'd sustained to his right shoulder. Blood was trickling down his leg and into the mouth of the she-devil who'd dared to try and strip him of his freedom. Although the thoughts of what he wished upon his own dam washed over him, his gaze hardening with rage at all the things she'd said, done and planned. The features of the she-wolf fighting him morphed into that of a far more hideous lady who wasn't, in Savages' estimation, a lady at all.

KATJA vs SAVAGE for FORCE CLAIM

Round 2/2

Defenses: Brows furrowed. Hackles raised. Ears folded down against his skull. Tail used for better balance.

Attacks: Grip/maim aimed at the opponents right eye.

Injuries: Contusion along right shoulder. Bleeding from the deep laceration from the teeth wedged into his right foreleg with some torn muscle in the spot where his opponents teeth have dug into.