His prey cowered before him, to scared to act any further. His time was up, and he knew it. Evoc leaned in, prepared to take his time and actually enjoy this meal. Or he would, if he didn't feel something clamp down on his tail. Sighing in frustration, he looked back to see the very same dragon, attempting to swallow his tail. It would have figured. Accompanying the dragons low throated growl was a joy like glee from the Igwulf, he seemed to be implying that Evoc was going somewhere. Evoc would reminded him of the pecking order, that even though this dragon somehow managed to escape, Evoc could just as easily make a meal out of him now as he did last time. And that this time the Igwulf would join him. The Igwulf just smiled. Frustrated with his preys cockiness, Evoc took a step forward, and immediately felt himself be yanked backwards, off of his feet. Evoc grimaced. At this rate he was going to be here all day.

A little comic I'm making in my new sketchbook, featuring the fearsome and voracious  evoc