Redhawk Caldera all the idiots

PP permission both given and received for this post ;D Also had to change my plans a bit, bc omg expected attack, but it works just as well!

Kaizer was stunned by the pack rising to defend a wolf incapable of physically protecting them. Why did they need more than what he had already given him? He was a capable hunter and guardian, right! What did his birthplace matter or what he'd done before serving them mean to anyone? An erratic feeling crawled up his spine, trapping him between unwilling to be overwhelmed by numbers, and wanting to stake his claim as the alpha male. His eyes snapped towards the female who had spoken, one who had come after him as far as he was concerned.

He snarled, the words unable to form in his usual preference for silence. The wolf who provided in your absence! They were all ingrates— hateful and blind wolves who carried themselves on emotion before strength. One on one, he could beat them all into the dirt; but packs didn't operate that way. They didn't let one another fight alone. And he still couldn't understand why they valued a rotund Tasmanian devil over him.

Mindful of his own physical well-being, he was prepared to back down but was charged by the remaining son of Fox's last brood. Kaizer felt very much like a caged animal in that moment, and with a brilliant show of tactical force and speed, the Bluesummer struck the unfit battler like a bolt of lightning.

Under normal circumstances, he would have gotten the upperhand and demanded submission. But this was not normal. He now felt a need to show them the mistake they had made— what they had taken from their own side. He was now clamped down on the back of Whip's neck, shaking his head back and forth with the silent intent to tear, crushing down on his neck with a force that would kill or paralyze the boy if no one soon intervened...