Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

It was hard to keep track of everything that was going on. He saw Laurel doing something, out of the corner of his eye, but when he saw that her target was far smaller and weaker than her, he let it go. Though it was not exactly honorable to kill pups in a raid like this, he couldn't argue that it wasn't the kinder thing to do in the middle of such an awful winter. It would save the parents from having to make choices - over which cubs to save and which cubs to let go.

He turned his attention to Reek and Jhala, who were both grappling through more even matches. Though his first instinct was to protect Jhala, Dagfinn had a little more confidence in her skills than in Reek's. He lunged toward the male's apponent, teeth raking over the nearest flesh he could find even as he knocked into the other with all his might. Hopefully knocking them off course, in the very least. Probably stunning them, considering his size - but he wasn't going to press his luck.