Flycatcher Downs now that you're done shuffling the tits off the queens

Skwol knew how to make his size work for him. He was not one to favor chasing and dancing around trying to land agile strikes. He anchored his feet to the earth and braced strongly; a nearly immovable force that challenged the threat to come to him, to the raw power of his waiting jaws.

Indra's screech caught his ear. It did not shake him from his defensive stance though he did take note. He was still fully prepared to meet the aggressor when he saw Indra surge forward in his periphery, hollering a name he did not recognize and pleading for him to stop. She and the other wolf collided in an unavoidable tumble in front of him and Skwol — having registered that Indra knew this wolf — swiftly sought to grasp the paler female's scruff to pull her off his companion and separate them before either could be hurt.

He hoped the tangle and Indra's pleas had been enough to discontinue the stranger's attack, for her to realize that the white wolf was no threat to Indra. If that was not enough, the calm but firm bass of his voice might be as he issued a single question, "what is going on?"