Ocean's Breath Plateau Tonight

Warbone snarled as another male approached, snapping his head away from the female and turning his ferocious intent on the "intruder". She had been within his vile grasp, resistant but not unobtainable, and here he was finding himself ludicrously cockblocked. The wolf rolled his shoulders back, prepared for a for a fight as the male's scent finally hit him through the fog of the female's pheromones. This was her mate, further evidence by the way she wormed to his side, and turned on him— the prime specimen— in favor of the wolf she had to have settled for.

A normally rational wolf, who honored the sanctity of a mateship, was driven into a testosterone boil by the receptive female. He lunged for the male without warning, without the general pause that usually occurs in the moments before a canine springs. He was aware of the additional set of teeth he had to prepare for, but he had no qualms with fighting for his right to claim her. He did not seek to maim or kill— only dominate thoroughly.