Tohrul watched as Luna disappeared, to find Snowflake and get her to safety. He breathed a sigh of relief. No one to protect, so he could go all out and wouldn't have to worry.
"Thanks Luna..." he whispered under his breath, while the two wolves went in for the attack, trying to roll him over on his back, but he kept a strong stance, and avoided their attacks. He attempted a leap at the one in the back, almost slipping between the two wolves defense, but they were prepared, and while one lunged at his throat, the other rammed into his side.
Tohrul could feel a sinking feeling in his gut when he fell to the forest floor, with one wolf standing over him, a demented grin on his face, and his eyes flashing with a cold-blooded satisfaction. As the one wolf moved in for the kill, Tohrul made a quick move, and thrust his forelegs into the other's chest, keeping him at bay while he snapped in anger. Scrambling underneath his enemy, Tohrul got his hind legs a hold on his attacker's legs, and pushed, sending the older wolf falling to his side. Swiftly standing up and backing off a bit, the youngster told himself why he had just gotten into such a fix.
"You went in too quickly. Find out their weaknesses, and then move in for the crushing blow..." he mumbled to himself, but Tohrul knew that it wasn't likely, even if he found out their weak points, that he would win this fight. So much energy was already drained from him, and his muscles screamed for a break. Also, the other wolves were so much more experienced than he, and stronger. He had a weight in his torso, a feeling that his enemies knew he was getting weakened, and that they're were just playing with him.
Hoping with all his will that Luna had warned his pack, Tohrul avoided an nip to the shoulder from one of the wolves, while the other bit at his ankle. Even the third joined in, easily avoiding Tohrul's attacks, which became slower and more clumsy as his strength was drained from his body. After a few minutes, they had Tohrul cornered against a large oak tree, it's leaves falling to the ground in early Autumn. Leaning against the bark of the giant oak, Tohrul let out a tired sigh, his flanks rising and falling with every effort he made on breathing, and blood covering his fur from the gashes the enemies had inflicted on him.
The leader of the troupe, the third wolf who had always observed Tohrul's movements, stalked towards him, teeth bared, a wicked grin plastered on his face. Tohrul allowed a growl to grow in his chest, his hair rising along his spine, and his lips pulling back to match his enemy's grin.
"Still has some fight in you, eh'?" the leader questioned, his voice sending chills through Tohrul's spine, yet he didn't let it faze him. In answer, he let out a snarl. A chuckle came from the alpha wolf of the troupe, and he took another step towards his prey. Then, though, there was a cry from the forest, a command, and Tohrul could hear paws pounding against the floor, and he could glimpse pelts flashing through the trees, and he felt a feeling of comfort spread across his body. The two subordinate wolves were frozen with terror, but Tohrul's main rival, the leader, had a look of resilience on his face, and he leaped towards Tohrul, collapsing on him, and fixing his teeth around his throat, and the exhausted wolf was unable to throw him off in his weakened state. Sharp teeth began to pierce into neck, closing around his trachea, chocking him.

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(Oh my freakin' gosh! I didn't know how far you guys were!!! So sorry if I mess anything up!)