Dragoncrest Cliffs Close your eyes and sleep,

"Well fuck."

He spat the words out hoarsely, having been nearly stunned to see that two males were picking a fight with a lone female. He'd been minding his own business- so deeply lost in thought and miserable due to the rain that he hadn't been paying much attention to his surroundings. He felt intrigued by the scent of the ocean, and the height of the cliffs as they loomed over the raging waves below- but he hadn't expected to come upon a fight like this. 

Naturally, a more courageous wolf might've blundered straight into the fray in defense of the female simply because the fight was unfair, and because he believed women to be the fairer gender, and that they ought not be harmed. He had no idea why the fight had begun, so without any context whatsoever he leapt to the conclusion that it was an unfair ordeal- and that he should intervene in some way. Unfortunately, though, Jackalope wasn't really a man of action, and was reluctant to intervene in any way that might bring harm unto himself. Still...He couldn't just stand by while one male tried to drag her toward the cliffs, and the other posed a more immediate threat, snapping at her windpipe. 

"Are your dicks really that small that you have to fight two-on-one against a woman?" He shouted, and stepped forward, growling through bared sabres. He'd threaten, first- on the off chance they'd just take the hint and let her go.