Ocean's Breath Plateau Tonight

Warbone could feel victory in his body— taste its metallic tang on his tongue and hear the laborious breathing of his opponent in his ears— and he sought to complete the action of getting Romeo on the ground. But Juliet was no damsel, no token silver cheerleader of the sidelines. She streaked forward, too fast for him to track, and lightning struck his hind leg, immediately drawing both blood and his wrath. The male was released to choking relief, and the beast rounded on his mate, too slow to actually catch her.

With a vicious snarl, he threw himself sideways, mindful that his back was now towards the (potentially quickly recovered) male and now he had two opponents. The copper wolf distanced himself, tossing his head and snorting as he realized through the haze of adrenaline that he was not being bore upon with additional attacks. His hackles remained rippling and teeth ready to bare, but his eyes were trained on them, unwilling to turn his back on them, but making no move towards the pair either. He was completely on the defensive.