Dragoncrest Cliffs —i can't help but pull the earth around me,

He hits his mark but his opponent is not about to roll over and die. Not quite yet. Natjuk is assailed by kicks. Issuing an annoyed growl and several snaps of his teeth, he senses Rakk's undivided focus shift to the female. He even goes so far as to trill (what he assumes is) his pack mate's name. Aure. It's enough to bewilder as the unsound wolf comes to a stand.

Aure hastens like a bullet, bellowing all the way. Natjuk fathoms her anguish and moves to aid her, trying to take Rakk's ruff into his jaws; restrict him as Aure exacts retribution. She can inflict however much she wants should he be successful.