Bearclaw Valley Defiant to the end

What did this yearling care about the matters of Ursus? Sticking his snout where it didn't belong? In Toad's eyes, their pack had only been violent when necessary. Maybe if kids like him weren't always lingering at their borders, testing their limits and flaunting their egos, they wouldn't get torn to shreds. But the punishment fit the crime, and those that paraded the border like their personal catwalk were bound to get mauled. It was just the way of the wolves. 

There was a quiet after the question in which Toad knew they ought to sit back and let Merrick do the talking. But more and more the rush of battle took over, and seeing Revui throw himself to Valour, and then Clarence come for the iron giant- it was too much to resist. He was not sure whether Clarence's shove would land, was too wild to care- and so threw himself to the wolfdog, but missed but some small margin, realizing he had misjudged the distance.

Ah well. He wasn't going to sit there like a rock, and so the coffee cream boy swung his neck back around, baring his fangs at the intruders. Luckily, it seemed the spotty thing had failed- but still tried to grasp at Revui. And so the wolf snarled, a rumble that gurgled up from his throat in a low rumble before it released as a menacing bark, sharpened gaze fixated on Clarence as he stalked closer once again. If Valour wanted to speak here, he could do it with a mouthful of the valley's dirt. Toad would not yield without the command of his king.