<div style="text-align: center;">Nora whimpered loudly in pain from when the brute wolf had attacked. Luckily, for him, his reflexes worked like a flash and he was able to get away from death, but not from injury, for the attack would either hurt him or kill him, he could make the choice, and he did. Although his shoulder wouldnâ€™t be the best after the fight was over, well, he didnâ€™t have to worry about it, he would probably end up dead anyways. His shoulder was covered in his crimson colored blood, the brute wolf still had his fangs locked in his shoulder. His big, mix-colored eyes focused on a large black male wolf, he was hard to see, since he blended in very well with the shadows with his black colored pelt. At least he was there for a while, for he had now jumped out of the dark shadows. Nora continued with his whimpers, they got lower and lower â€˜til he finely stopped and turned his head towards the brute that was clinching his shoulder, ripping it slowly and painfully, of course Nora held his head low to guard his throat, like any smart enough wolf would do, although it would happen on instinct anyway. His let his black claw dig into the frosty ground underneath his paws and that touched his black pads. <br/>He let a loud snarl rip from his throat, his fangs bared, mix-colored orbs filled with anger as if he was literately looking like a rabid wolf, his ears pinned a bit back to show the wolf he had gotten the wrong one to attack. His long, black, shinny lips turned into a grin as he knew how to get the brute off his shoulder. One move he knew would either get the brute of him, or it would lead to death. This was something that Nora would do, thanks to his ignorance. He let his long, light pink tongue loll out as he chuckled a bit at the idea of flipping side ways, with that, his long, light pink tongue lolled back into his mouth, his long, short-haired tail wagged like a dogâ€™s as he got up from down on the ground. He snarled loudly now, giving the brute a fiendish look, as his legs swiftly tripped over on the side on purpose. He let out a laugh when the he-wolfâ€™s body got slammed against the ground. â€œWe havinâ€™ fun yet?â€ Nora joked with that brute, which had let go of his shoulder. Nora quickly got back to his four paws, his head lowered to guard his thick, but easy to cut throat. His short white hair stood up a bit more as his mix-colored orbs grew with rage, his maw curled into a snarl, his ears down a bit, to protect one of the two of his best senses, which were hearing and the sense of smell. He noticed the scent of blood wasnâ€™t just on his shoulder and on the bruteâ€™s maw, but the scent came a bit from the ground. His orbs quickly found a bit of him on the ground, it seemed he was focused on the fight, he hadnâ€™t noticed then and hadnâ€™t noticed the pain that filled in his shoulder.<br/><br/>Kazuma, being knocked off the boulders he was standing by a large, black, muscular brute, whom had the most dominate scent, he was quickly sliding off the rock, the alpha of the pack snarling from the bottom of the rocks, the smell of a bit of blood came into his black nose as he had just felt the sudden pain; which came from the back of his head, a jagged rock, the way he had came down from, was covered a bit in blood, the scent of blood similar to his, it was his. Although he couldnâ€™t see it, he felt it, and could tell that it cut a large amount of his flesh on the back of his head, probably cut through enough to let those who could see the back of his head almost see his skull. He felt a whine wanting to come out over and over, but he held it in, his left eye twitching a bit from the pain, you could just see it in his black colored furry face that he was in pain. But of course, he was Kazuma, he wouldnâ€™t give up just for that, itâ€™d take more than that. He let a grin over come the line, which was his black, wet, shinny lip. He still lay there a bit, but seeing all the wolves that were there, he would have to get up, quickly, or heâ€™ll be better than dead. <br/>With that, he let his paws and legs swiftly pulled him up. He weighed about one hundred and seventy pounds, barely any fat in it, mostly muscle, which was mostly in his jowls and legs and that let him get up quicker. He let a low snarl rip from his throat, as his head hang low to protect his neck. His orbs cast towards where Nora was, his head seemed to be held to high, easy kill if the other brute it seemed he would be fighting, along with the fae and brute which seemed a bit close also, the female also seemed to be getting attacked, but as far as Kazuma knew and thought, itâ€™s there life, they have to notice their own mistakes, and hope to notice them quickly, or depending on what it might be, be prepared to die. He shifted his eyes back to looking at the alpha of the pack, which would probably have a grouge (sp?) against him for calling him and his pack ignorant. He had his reason why, the why he was trained, or at least the why he trained himself, is that two loners wouldnâ€™t be anything to worry about, unless you were looking for a fight. As far as Kazuma wanted, he only wanted a fight and that seems to be what he was getting. <br/>He still rushed up the rocks, he felt the weirdness of the wind blowing into his fresh, deeply cut, bloody wound. He didnâ€™t like it all, it felt like forever to finely get to the top with the alpha. He head still lowered to protect the front of his thick, but easy to cut throat. <span style="font-style: italic">â€œIn my past, bittersweet, there's no love between the sheets, taste the blood, broken dreams, lonely times indeedâ€¦â€</span> That was a thought that popped out of nowhere for him, the only word he currently thought of was â€˜deathâ€™, which had caused that, more or less. He stood in front the brute, his head held low to protect his tender throat, still the only part that was protected was the front part. â€œCâ€™mon, ainâ€™t â€˜cha gonna shake me down some more?â€ Kazuma teased a bit, his orbs focused on the brute, looking for all of his weaknesses, his strengths, and what his next move might be. He continue to stand there, watching the brute, the alpha male.<br/><br/>Miyako just walked around the boulders, not daring to fight any of them yet; she would probably loose anyways. Her tail was between her hind legs, her ears flattened against her head and her head held low, to both show her omega rank and to protect her throat. Snarls still rip aggressively from her throat. Her brown eyes flied over everything, her ears listening, wanting to hear everything that went on and her nose twitching quickly, smelling for any unknown scents. Her hair stood up some, she was filled was anger, just a bit at least. The best she could help with is just look fierce.</div>