Times are gone for honest men

Following suit, as I'd rather get away from the threat and keep things moving.

Shit was going to hell, and fast. Nobody was listening to words and now this massive alpha was going after the smaller female. She didn't seem daunted, instead going for a killshot. Rather than wait for the darker female to move, he made for the alpha.... But was intercepted by the female who seemed to spawn next to the male. He swung his body to the side, but she scored a blow to his face. Nothing major, thanks to his quick moving, but he'd earned a slash right down his muzzle that was seeping blood. HIS turn. Already his jaws were snapping at whatever she dared to bring close, and the male threw his frame at the pale female. He hoped she would fall for the bluff and move out of the way, instead of letting herself be crushed, so he could get Burke away from Pallas. It was obviously their time to leave, if he was going to call for an entire pack of backup against two wandering wolves. He tried flashing the stormy female a look to tell her so, but knew she'd be busy. The next chance he got, he would knock the two apart and get her out of the way. He was obviously no stranger to fighting, but preferred to avoid it. Though he wished to rip into the pelts of those who were, in his grassy eyes, unjustly attacking, the safety of the other innocent was more important.