Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

Goliath, having seen the attack beforehand, was able to brace himself properly and easily was able to parry the small attack with a sharp shove towards the male, feeling the clack of teeth as his fur went unscathed. While it left him uninjured, It did, however, infuriate him more. Turning his head to face the assaulter, he snarled and lunged forward, aiming to get his massive jaws around his opponent's scruff, if by chance Goliath's aim is true once more, he would be able to pin the opponent down and slowly bash its small, grotesque head into a pulp.

While thinking these thoughts, he was completely oblivious to the ongoings around him. The situation had succesfully distracted him completely from the two wolves which were now far enough to run away unharmed (except for the lady, she was bruised quite badly) and - hopefully- never come back again.