You whip around and hold close to the cream-coloured wolf snarling as the mahogany wolf staggers to his feet, you dart forwards biting a chunk of fur and flesh out, and dart back, you go closer to the mahogany wolf every time, and finally you are at one-to-one combat range, you swipe and dodge, every time just barely escaping injury, you hear a squeal of pain and glance over your shoulder, you see the cream wolf being attacked by a gray wolf, the badly wounded mahogany wolf takes atvantage of the distraction and pins you down, you struggl as he bites down into your throat, you howl as the blood leaks slowly out, but you know, it really isn't the blood that counts, it's the spine...