Ocean's Breath Plateau Tonight

He heard Osprey join his menacing and felt a rush of primal pride; he was her choice, not this stranger who had no right to even be near.  But they did not deter the male from trying his luck regardless.  A part of Dante rejoiced that the male attacked - his own blood was pounding with the instinctual need to prove himself to both his mate and himself, and the powerful urge to attack now could be sated.

It came without any lead in and, though he had braced for it, the attacker immediately gained a bit of ground.  His teeth met their mark and Dante uttered a guttural noise, turning and pushing back to place himself further between this wolf and his mate.  Osprey wished to join, and he could not prevent her from doing so, but he wished to discourage it.  This was his challenge.  His mind balked at the thought of damage to her on an even deeper level; it would be damage to their chances of family should they manage it.

His teeth went for the male's scruff, hoping to pull him sideways and down to the ground.  He too only wished to dominate, though if necessary, he wouldn't balk to spill real blood.