Buried in the silence of a snowstorm

He waited, quiet under the shade of a snow-laden conifer. His ears perked when Outlaw approached him, and he delved a gentle pat in the snow with his tail in greeting. All benevolence on his countenance dissipated when a bold male crossed his vision -- one that reeked distinctly of death ... and Junkyard Dog.

With a roar he was upon his tender feet and hurdling towards the dark wolf, his jaws split and ropy gobs of drool streaming behind him. While it may have appeared to Osprey that the dog was defending her honor, it was not so -- Dogmeat's vicious onslaught was only because he had detected faintly his comrade's blood upon the wolf's pelt.

Within a few gargantuan strides the behemoth dog was upon the wolf, his teeth exposed and aiming for flesh -- he hoped to seize the wolf by his scruff and tear him down, rip his skin asunder and besplatter the fresh snow with his crimson blood.