Blacktail Deer Plateau put 'em back up on the shelf

Even at close quarters, he was unable to see exactly what was going on ahead of him. His sight had been rapidly degenerating as the weather turned - whether this was cause or coincidence was anyone's guess. So while it didn't affect his vision all that much, it hurt when a sharp tooth came down and pierced his left eye.

A pain-filled yowl tore out of his throat, and he lashed out with ferocity he'd rarely known in his relatively long life. This wolf had hurt him, had hurt his child, and the male knew nothing of mercy in those moments.

He bore down as best he could on the stranger with his larger body, doing his best to protect his throat, but otherwise paying no mind to the injuries he might receive in return. A thousand scars were worth the death of this creature - this beast that'd tresspassed on his land and laid teeth into the tender flesh of his girl. Grayday lunged for the nearest part of the other he could grab onto, intending to shake it until something came loose.