Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

already the big one had turned to face murgash, and as he came closer he saw that he was clear he was goliath's next target.

not about to be outshined, even by a wolf that was two times his size, murgash rallied -- palisander's suggestion was taken at face value and with a gallumph he slid into a gallop to close the distance between them.

"oi! fukface! pick awn somethin' yer own size!" murgash bellowed, his tail raised behind him in challenge. oh shit he thought as he realized goliath was not the same size as him, and that maybe he had spoken too soon.

oh well. no time like show-time.

goliath ran to him as true as an arrow -- with an oomph murgash was propelled back, nearly taken off balance by the blow of goliath's shoulder colliding rough with his chest. adrenaline and blood alike surged through murgash and as he was forced back he swung his muzzle around to goliath's cheek, teeth seeking to clamp on the region of fur where a collar would sit. his teeth would (hopefully) sink around the soft scruff and clothesline the male from going any futher, hopefully giving palisander time to close in for the win (murgash had yet to notice he had not followed him) and time for the red woman to flee.