Blow me away

The summons hadn't been for Lavakho personally, but bearing the circumstances, the bloodfang didn't hesitate to respond to the coyote's call by howling back in warning to whoever had wandered too close.  A howl from the border, nine times out of ten tended to meant trouble for those involved, and Lavakho would be hard-pressed not to aid the possible mother of his children.  Leaving her in the wake of danger would have been an abject oversight to Lavakho's protective and paternal instincts.  As much as he hated to admit it to his brother, he cared for the slave deeply.

Without a word or thought, Lavakho rose from the spot and sprinted across the flatlands in the direction of the coyote's call.  She squared off against a black wolf of large stature, a clear threat to the coyote's pregnant form.  Lavakho barred his teeth and charged at the outsider. Seeing as Lavakho didn't speak the common tongue, words would have been useless anyway.   However, his teeth spoke for him as he took aim at the outsiders neck in the hopes to tear flesh from bone.