sinking his teeth into the thin layer of skin of its ear. After a yelp, he let go of the leg in his jaws and pulled away.

From who knows where, a third wolverine attacked him. He had ran straight at him but not tackled him. Instead, he stopped abruptly infront of him and swung his claws at his chest. First the right claws cut through his chest in a downward angle, then the left claws in the same way, but in a different direction. Leaving his chest shredded and diamond shaped cuts down the middle of the painful injuries. Blood seeped out of them immediately. Hiro didn't care how he got these guys off his back anymore, he just had to do it and stay alive. Perhaps now would be a good time to run.

No matter how strong or skilled a fighter is, they had to know when to run and when to fight. And, so far, this fight was convincing him more and more that he should run. Shake them and perhaps pick them off if they pursue him too long. Then return to Mist to make sure she was alright. He planned on carrying out that plan the next chance he got.
After his chest had been cut the way it had, Hiro reached forward with his jaws, closed them around the male wolverines neck, and pulled back all in a few seconds. Upon pulling back, he dragged the beast right off his legs before another of his attackers jumped in to save his companion. It was too late though. Hiro had already ripped his throat, he was dead.

Having taken the life of two of their close friends, the two wolverines looked angrier than ever now. He swallowed and took a step back. If looks could kill he'd have died a very cruel death now. Their eyes practically glowed red with rage. Despite this though, he thought to himself with a feeling of achievement One down.
"You are-" one of them started but Hiro cut them off, already knowing what they were going to say. "going to pay for that. I know, I know. Tell me one thing though, what was this ones name? Debbie?"
Both wolverines charged him down and tackled him at the same time. For a few seconds, all three of them were rolling around, biting and clawing at each other. During this time, all three of them sustained several injuries that spilled blood onto the ground. When they finally stopped and took a few steps from each other, it was obvious who was more torn up. Hiro was bleeding from a dozen deep wounds, one shoulder was layed open to the bone, and a long cut went down the side of his neck. Had the injury been a little further over, he would have been killed. It was just barely a miss. He growled at the two, his eyes darting at each of them, wondering who was going to attack next. But he'd had it, he couldn't win this. There was only one thing for it.

Turning around, he ran. Kicking his legs; hard. Not daring to look behind him for fear of seeing them snapping at his heels or tail. The sounds of their pursuing bodies behind him reached his ears, encouraging him to go faster. He could hear their panting, their growls, even the small metallic snap as their jaws closed hard on the air that had only seconds before been where his tail had. Taking a quick turn, he made an attempt to shake them. If he could just put some space between him and them, maybe he could pull off a few maneuvers to get them off his back. However, all hope of that was wiped clear away when his paws slipped on something wet and he crashed into a tree. Knocking the breath out of him in one painful collision.

It felt like he'd done more than knock the wind from him. His side ached like he'd never felt before. He gasped for air, trying to fill his lungs again. Remembering hearing the sound of cracking, he concluded he'd broken at least one rib. At first, he'd assumed that was the tree.
While he was still struggling to catch his breath, pain tore into his other side. Two sets of claws sank into the flesh and dragged back, ripping the skin open. With one loud cry of pain and anguish, he kicked the wolverine away from him, only to have another slam him against the tree and cause his vision to go foggy. No! I can't die. Mist still needs me!
Thinking of nothing else other than Mist, he fought to hold onto consciousness and save himself from death. There was still too many things he needed to do before he could let himself die. Picturing Mist laying there, playing around with his son, Kalgorn, he willed himself to fight back. And with the mental image, he found the strength to do so. As soon as the wolverine charged him again, he moved out of the way. The male's shoulder impacted straight to the very solid trunk of the tree. There was no doubt in his mind that that had hurt him. He could see it in his very eyes.

But he spared him no mercy. They were trying to kill him so why should they deserve it? In anger, he pushed the beast to the ground and shoved his claws right into his exposed throat. He struggled in vein for a few moments before he became motionless. Leaving Hiro, panting weakly and bloody. Pain filled his body to the point where it was almost unbearable. He grunted with every movement he made. It wasn't just the injuries that pained him, it was how sore his body was. God, how hard had he hit that tree? His ribs felt like they were on fire!
But he was so relieved that he'd survived that last attack that he barely paied any attention to the fact that he'd taken out only two wolverines. The third was still out there. It wasn't like he'd forgotten about him, he just figured he knew he was going to die trying to kill him. He had made the smart decision to run.

However, he hadn't run at all. He was just in hiding. Watching Hiro, waiting for him to present the perfect opportunity to end his life. He was now more enraged than ever. He'd taken the life of, not just Thesa, but also Kin and Navox. He, Carson, was the only one left. How was this possible! Three to one battle and this wolf was going to take all three of them out! No, it was not possible. He might have taken out his two colligues, but not him. He wasn't going to die by the wolf's fangs. This wolf was going to die by his fangs.

Even as Hiro padded closer and closer to his den, he supposed he had always suspected that third wolverine to jump out at him and attack. But after about ten minutes, he started to let up a bit. Wherever that guy had run off to, it couldn't be far enough from him. He closed his eyes and stopped for a second. Taking a short breather to catch his breath before coming face to face with Mist. As soon as she saw him she was going to practically freak out and ask him what happened. He knew that, he was just preparing himself mentally for it. But this was a mistake. He should never have stopped. What would have been smarter would have been for him to start running. Not just running, but sprinting.

As soon as he lifted his head to start off again, he suddenly found something had closed tightly around his neck. The sharp teeth in it digging painfully into his neck. As soon as it hit him that his throat was in the jaws of something, he began to panic. But before he could react, the teeth had pierced his throat. His legs gave out under him and his vision went black. He was dead.

Though Mist was happy right now with the way things were going, she did still feel a big upset about all of her and Hiro's pups dieing in their first hours. Kalgorn was still alive and looking healthier than ever. But the thing she didn't like right now, was how Kalgorn had no siblings to play with. All he had in his life was her and Hiro. So, naturally, he wanted to play with them all the time. She sighed as she sat, watching Kalgorn sniff around. He had only a week left before she and Hiro planned on teaching him to hunt and Hiro wanted to show him how to defend himself properly. Not that she had a problem with that. Just so long as Hiro didn't push him too hard or was to rough on him.

While she kept an eye on Kalgorn, she couldn't help but wonder just where could Hiro be. He'd been gone for several hours now. He had told her he was going to go hunt some food and bring it to them but. . . that had been in the morning. It was now well past afternoon. To be honest, she was starting to worry about him. Everytime she felt the urge to go look for him, she determinedly told herself he was just having trouble finding food. He was just being stubborn and wouldn't accept that he couldn't find any food. It was odd though, this place flourished with all sorts of animals they could feed on. On average it took less than an hour for Hiro to find a meal and bring it back.

Kalgorn, on the other paw, didn't look like he was worrying about anything. He just sniffed around for something he'd picked up earlier and was looking for it again. However, he wasn't having much luck with his quest. After several minutes, he decided to throw in the white towel. He was bored anyway. This task he'd struck up was merely only something to keep him preoccupied while he awaited his dad to return. He had left that morning and hadn't returned yet. He was starting to get impatient. Walking over to his mother, he sat down infront of her. Green eyes looking up to her friendly face before asking her: "Mom, where's dad?"

She sighed and shook her head. "I don't know Kalgorn." She would have told him where he'd gone and that he had been gone unusually long but wasn't sure if he would understand. He was still very young. Kalgorn looked down at the ground and frowned. "I wish he'd come back." These words were immediatly followed by a few affectionate licks from his mother.
"I'm sure he's on his way back now even as we speak."

That didn't seem to be enough for Kalgorn. He just continued to frown before an idea came to him. He looked up at her and said "Let's go find him mom." Mist started to shake her head and say no. However, she couldn't think of a reason not to so, why not? Besides, this would be a great chance to give Kalgorn a lesson in tracking. Stopping midway through the word, no being only two letters all she said was "N-", she changed