((I can't really tell if you curse or cuss or not, because I have this program that blocks out any bad words. I know this is awkward, but can you please not curse? It makes me uncomfortable...but if you want to, then that's okay. The program will block it out anyway.))
Risto felt a flash of surprise as the dog suddenly dropped Risto to the floor and bounded off, waiting for his companion to follow him. Confused, Risto lashed his tail.
"That's it!" He yowled after them. "You go run like cowa--"
His last words were cut off by a screech as another pair of jaws snatched him up into the air. Saliva sprayed in his face, and a strong scent of wolf hung into the air. Risto whirled around to find himself face-to-face with a larger figure, its black beady eyes blazing with rage and wildness. Two wolves flanked him, their jaws snapping with hunger as they inched closer, snarling and spitting.
The lead wolf raised his tail, and the two whimpered as they glanced at the struggling cat. One of the whined as he batted his paw into the air, but was nipped by the second wolf.
"Help!" Risto yowled, flailing his unsheathed claws at the opponent. But the brutal enemy still held on, it jaws slowly sinking into his scuff.
Suddenly, air was knocked out of him as the wolf slammed him onto the ground--pinning him there. It let out a snarl of triumph as it leaned closer, sinking its jaws into Risto's skin.
"No!" Risto shrieked, moving feebly. "No! H-help..." He fluttered his eyes opened as they closed, but a heavy weight of darkness hung over him. He struggled to move, but massive paws held him down.
"Rwer..." he whispered. The last thing he saw was blood as he fell back into nothingness.