There's a tree pressed into his back with bark scraping his neck. This beast is big and ugly and Scott can hardly breathe for how bad it smells. It has him cornered in the woods, alone as usual, and he is just beginning to think how crappy it is to always have to deal with these freaks.
For one, it's totally not normal for wolves to fight on their own. He definitely remembers watching documentaries on wolf packs and they always jump caribou and stuff as a group.
This thing isn't as fast as he is because it's too dumb to follow his movements but it can run like a mother and he does not want to see how hard it can hit.
He tries to feign to the left. It follows the move and he dodges close enough to dig his teeth into its rear leg. This may be the most he's ever wolfed out.
As he leaps back it swerves around and snarls. Scott snarls back. It rears up, looking terrifying and horrible and huge, and then another snarl sounds out from somewhere in the bushes.
This is a distraction that Scott takes advantage of. He jumps back in and sinks his teeth in the side of the freak's neck, clawing with his arms at its chest and shoulders. More snarls and growls are echoing at him from other directions but all he can see is the spinning blur of trees and leaves.
The beast goes flying and Scott with it as a heavy mass rushes its flank. He lets go and gives the fight over to Derek.
The Pack stands around the battle like this is a fascinating show. The monster is bleeding heavily from the neck and has gashes along his sides and back and Scott can see that Derek has already got the upper hand. The others do too and so Jackson and Erica's attention has already relaxed, shifting to their wounds and the dirt on their bodies.
Derek makes another lunge, teeth attaching in the same spot Scott's had, and a disgusting crack echoes in the woods.
They all go home.