Times are gone for honest men

Zephyr was cut off by the black female, lunging at him from a blind spot. He tried to turn, to cut off in the other direction away from the attack he, but she was fast enough to clamp down on his ear. He yanked away, ripping his ear with a grit of his teeth. He hoped that he'd be able to move in time for the other female to knock into the other, but was sure that they would both be upon him. The crimson heat dripping down the side of his face was ignored, and the ebony male snarled back at Nemesis, irritated that he was only growing FURTHER from Pallas. Damn it all! He kept his grassy, aggressive gaze locked onto the threats, hackles raised and tail stiff. His next words, however, were called to the grey female.
       "I think it wise if we leave this UNCHARTED territory, more of their comrades will be joining soon. I have no wishes to battle an entire pack, but I would prefer not to leave you to death."