Great Bear Wilderness Precious and Fragile Things

The white wolf to whom he threw insults turned to charge at him. And a second wolf appeared, black. Only now did he sniff, and neither bore pack scents. Both were wilderness wolves, allied, without territory, and alone. He didn't know what caused both to be up in arms, didn't have time to ponder it, and wasn't in his nature to care.

The black wolf came first, charging and leaping at his shoulder. He was McKinzie Valley. He was obese. No wolf could boast more weight than he. He merely braced himself as she flung herself at him, a brick wall.

He tried to heft himself over the female and from there, attempted what any horny man might do: forced mating. He was a man. She was not. He did not live this long to have a little fight get in the way of reproduction. Breeding season or not bore no influence on his decisions, as he wasn't in for a family.

When the white wolf came charging, he merely used his weight to try to move the black wolf into the lunge as a meat-shield, more or less hiding behind and above her.

Two versus one wasn't fair. The world wasn't fair. So why should he be? They wanted to play dirty; he'd play dirtier. Whatever had crawled up the black wolf's but to make her attack could just go crawl into a corner and die. And whatever found its way up the white's could similarly fade into oblivion. The white probably attacked because he called it ugly. So what if the white had some balls. What did he care?