Beans roared as he beat his wings, creating turbulent gales of wind that lifted him off the ground and out of the Wolves range. He flicked his tail towards them as they charged towards him, sending a hail of bone-spikes launching from his tail like arrows.
The Wolves dodged some of the spikes, as they rained down around them, but even with their incredible speed they couldn't dodge the rain completely.
Bone-spikes tore through their twisted flesh, ripping holes through their bodies or removing their limbs entirely, however in mere seconds those wounds were repaired and the Wolves were on the move again.
The Quadruped darted for the hanging tail, leaping into the air and sinking its teeth into the meat underneath the bulbous, bony tip. Meanwhile the truer Werewolf moved for the trees.
It bounded off the trees, leaping from trunk to trunk like a pinball, as it climbed higher and higher until it was level with the height Beans' flew at.
