Blackfeather Woods damn the torpedoes!

Watch. That was ok. He could learn. She wanted him to help her in the discord. The pale, marred woman told him to stay and guard. He'd deciphered their words moments after they'd launched into an attack. 
Rowan, now with his very important orders, moved into action. 

He stood between the nearest cache and the scene unfolding before him. He watched how the Nona and Morta moved to battle the intruders, using no mercy against the seemingly lesser creatures. 
He barked at one of the black and white offenders as they moved in to take what they could from his cache. He used all the cues to say back off before snarling at it. 
It seemed to work for all of three seconds until it got confident and moved closer. 
He couldn't let this happen.
The boy charged into the creature, opening his mouth to bite with his needle-sharp teeth. However, the raccoon had the same idea and bit down on his nape; harsher than his Mother ever had which brought forth a cry of panic as he thrashed in its grasp.