Whitebark Stream My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by CyberLife

The other male looked his way, acknowledging his flash of fangs with a cool stare. Artyom noted that he was young, perhaps inexperienced in the ways of a mated wolf with a need to defend his partner from those who may chance their luck should the opportunity present itself. Dawn was not yet liberated from her season, solidifying Artyom's desire to protect - and a need to secure that her offspring would be his alone.

She delivered a small acknowledgment of his defense, and he slackened at the touch. The unknown wolf didn't seem interested in Dawn at all, thankfully, and in fact presented an almost robotic appearance as his attention shifted to her. Although the enticing scent of his mate continued to keep him alert to the situation, Artyom felt content to simply observe this exchange without further warning.