Great Bear Wilderness Precious and Fragile Things

A soft cushion of air snapped into place in Dovev's jaws as his bite met nothing. There had been a twist in motion between the elderly and apparent perverted wolf as he tackled the black fae, rearing up on hind paws. It was easy then for her to sneak under and try to clasp her daggers into the tender flesh of his neck. But Dovev did not halt his assault; and a look of fury flooded his icy blue pools. The blatent disregard the opposing male was showing, and the odd, disgusting behavior was enough to tip Dovev's unstable temper to the limit. The white creature spun himself forward, propelling the force of his frame by springing off the earth, jaws parted. With a leap, the wolf pounced over the back of Tonravik. He had no intentions of letting this oldie escape without severe consequences. And perhaps, by the disrespect the silvered brute had disclosed, Dovev and/or the dark stranger might just put him out of his sorry existence.
The jump had landed Dovev parallel to the older male, enough to give him leverage in several areas. The snowy canine swiftly aimed to maneuver his teeth in a lashing manner across his elder's muzzle, their intent to cause searing, bloody, and awful ridges across the bridge and maw. Even as Dovev's frame shifted, he was given indefinite opportunities. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the pitiful sticks that passed as walkers for the older wolf. With a step back, Dovev's neck swung down in an arc, his head tilted sideways with teeth bared. They were going straight for the knee joint on his hind leg.