The dog continued to snarl, trying to snap at me, but only opening his mouth halfway before my forearm stopped it. I pressed harder and harder, hearing him try to snarl but only getting cut off from lack of air. The dog began squirming more, not in aggression this time, but in fear. It started to whine slightly as it looked up in my eyes in compassion instead of hate. I began to pull away, feeling sorry for the animal, but I soon realized what a mistake that was. The animal bit at me again, his attitude drastically changing as he found an chance. I didn’t take my arm away and this time, I dug it deeply into his black fur with anger. The wolf whined again, but I knew better… I used my elbow to finish him off. I gave a quick and deadly blow towards his throat, snapping it instantly and hearing the wolfs whines cut off. I got off of the wolf and saw the rest of them back away. The predators suddenly ran off into the distance in silence. I ripped off my shirt and tied it against the my wound… I hope it helps.