Firefly Glen chef's out, kick it in

The pale creature, face dark save for the flash of bright eyes and brighter teeth, set upon him with the intent to maim and take back the rabbit which he had discarded. There was only a moment for Tye to lunge for the dead thing; but the target was pulled out of his range by a deft tug of a forelimb.
Tye ducked and pulled back as if mirroring the momentum of the pale wolf; when he saw that no further attacks were inbound he grit his teeth and dove nose-first for the rabbit that sat beneath the wolf. He did not think of his extended neck, did not move at all defensively as he sought his prize. Hydra had the burly creature occupied just long enough for Tye to feel safe and accomplished.
He snapped in a frenzied manner for some piece of the rabbit, his eyes narrowed, and so he did not know if he grasped the carcass or the wolf lording over it. Either way he snapped and pulled, snapped and pulled, trying to gather something before Hydra could lose her grip.