Rahl saw the signal and was off like a bullet, all of the tension in his body releasing like a rubber band that had been pulled taunt. He snarled and charged forth completely focused on the white male that was now his given target, his enemy. The ambush afforded him the chance to slam into the other male without much difficulty, since the given chaos along with the fact he was downwind of the target it was not surprising.<br/><br/>The impact was full force and intense, his shoulder colliding with the other wolf with enough force to knock the white male to the ground. With the offending male on the ground Rahl wasted no time in going for the kill, his fangs flashing briefly before his head snapped down to try and grab for the throat. He had no intention of letting any of these losers live, regardless of what the 'alpha' wolf said about them joining should they lose. Rahl would try and try them in the fight to save them even having to discuss whether or not they would be allowed into their pack. As far as he was concerned they did not deserve to breath the same air as his pack let alone be allowed to join.<br/><br/>So it was with these thoughts in mind that he went for the killing blow on the white wolf who was pinned beneath him, yet it would seem that he would be denied his pleasure of the kill. The wolf shifted at the last moment so that Rahl ended up with a jaw full of the wolf's shoulder and not the throat like he wanted. Still when the blood hit his tongue he clamped down hard and began to shake his head seeking to rip the chunk of flesh from the other wolf.