Chimera Fields Straight Out the Gate

Contrary to what Kroc believed, Arverk thought that the ivory furred female was good company. He, himself was not a creature of words and he appreciated silence, in fact, there was more of a chance he would get along with a wolf who liked silence and was silent than a wolf who spoke too much. So the swarthy whale was glad that it had been the female of coarse speech that he had found instead of some talktative bastard. Though he didn't think anyone who talked too much would like the Spine; they were mostly physical wolves after all.

There was a rustle in the bushes, and immediately, the whale's attention shifted towards it. But before he could make any movements, Kroc leapt forward, ready to slaughter whatever poor being was in the bushes. Arverk's nostrils flared as he followed the polar bear, noting that it wasn't a wolf. His guess was affirmed when he caught sight of what his ivory companion's teeth had snagged. It was a fox and it didn't like being bitten by the wolf

Luckily for the fox, and not so luckily for Kroc, the Beta only caught the edge of the fox's tail, therefore the little creature managed to get away.