Blackfeather Woods never seem to find the time

He should not have been so reckless, but Titmouse was a creature of raw emotion and reaction - an unstable beast that never thought things through. Becoming Mou had only minorly tempered all of that, apparently. He drove himself between the warring wolves and immediately realized his mistake, because it was Maegi's teeth that delivered blows to his already mutilated side; she wasn't going to stop, filled with a blood rage that frenzied her snapping teeth in to a blur. The pain was instantaneous as she sliced her way through his flesh. Titmouse did what came naturally and pulled his face away from her teeth but she still managed to cleave a good chunk of his cheek away - a bloodied mass pulling off of the side of his face as he moved. Her teeth caught against the side of his jaw and likely scored the bone with how abruptly they struck and drew back. He tried to wedge his shoulder in to her neck to choke the violence out of her, make her retreat and pause long enough to get a breath (either of them) or to think (again, either of them). The other wolf -- the one he knew as Redshank -- had withdrawn.

Whether Titmouse managed to succeed in his efforts or not, he was temporarily disabled by the pain of Maegi's assault and could not speak again, and barely staggered a step before he felt dizzy from the blood loss. His ghostly figure was streaked with fresh blood, and he cut a menacing figure all the same as he stared wide-eyed at the boy on his good side; he saw Redshank, bloodied and battered and angry, and his gaze turned sharp with recognition.