Redhawk Caldera Gave the Salvation Army girl a squeeze

Shrike growled as he snagged a hold of the reddish male's muzzle, forcing him down to the ground and into submission. Dingo made noises of pain and tried to move away but seemed to realize that the more he moved, the more Shrike's teeth were going to hurt him. Shrike was pleased that he'd finally been able to force the inferior male into submission, and had to fight against the urge to shake his head and injure the male further. He continued to growl, snarling louder when the male begged for him to let go, before he gave the male's muzzle one final squeeze with his jaws, just enough to get the point across, before he let go, but kept his muzzle hovering just over Dingo's. 

He'd let go because Fox had showed up, and Dingo had claimed that someone had let him in the pack. She looked mildly interested in their engagement, but hadn't stopped him. "He a part of our pack now?" He asked, somewhat confused that he claimed some nice male had let him in at the borders. Fox would know the answer, surely, but just in case, he didn't move any further away from Dingo- just to keep him at bay if necessary.