[Hyenadog]

Hits tried to keep still as his feet were bandaged, that deadly sickle claw twitching so close to the wolf's hands. He shrugged when the origin of his name was question, not entirely sure himself..."sometimes our names are just the first real sound we make" he said, tilting his head. "Elders think it's our soul speaking our true name...we're allowed to change it when we become adults." He nodded. He had known a few nestlings with quite bizarre names...

He froze when he heard rustling, pulling his legs up under himself as Storm stepped in front of him. He peered past the wolf, seeing another larger one approach. He watched the wolf shove his sibling down, pulling back his lips to show those sharp curved teeth as he pulled the dagger. His killer claws clicked against the rock as his hands moved for his own daggers.

But then storm tackled his sibling, leaving Hits a bit shocked. He didnt know what to do. Raptors didnt run from a fight they could win. The scent of blood filled his nose and clouded his thinking, putting him into a frenzy as he lept from the rock as Storm was shoved off his brother. Aiming his feet at the older wolf, he landed on his chest, killer claws snapping forward to sink deep into his flesh. He was going to rip the wolf apart if he wasn't stopped. Raptors weren't easy prey for this very reason...