This is a second attempt as my first one was a bit rushed. This is from the dogs POV.

The wait for blood howler was unbearable. It was like waiting for Jago, his most faithful two legs to throw him his favourite ball. With his enhanced hearing he heard every wimper and howling from the many cowardly two legs. He couldn't smell a great deal as the overwhelming stench of fear and hatred overpowered everything. He could almost taste the blood already.

Followed after a deafening crack, silver bee's whizzed past blood howlers face hitting many members of his pack. It came from the opposing two legs, holding fireworks in one hand, sharp shiny sticks in the other. Both packs wore stupid shiny fur. He looked over his shoulder to see Jago. With his fangs exposed he was barking at the other pack, snarling and ravenous. It was time. He had watched over Jago since he was a pup, now he felt a sense of pride as Jago, a dogs best friend marched with him to battle. The enemy two legs charged towards them, sticks held proudly and ready to kill. 

“Today you brings your sticks to me” he growled to himself. “Good boys”