Firefly Glen blood in eden

Seconds became a furious blur. He smelled too much blood to think whole thoughts, and realized in the moment who all had come, and to what end. This was anger, and sorrow, propped up on far too much bottled frustration, and with the beast roaring before them all, there felt like no other choice. His next exhale was only once the great weight of the bear fell to his side, and afterward his mother remained standing. Not without injuries to their own, but that was one thing. One tiny thing of many.

And that realization granted him opening to the new thought, and aggression fresh in his blood, all he needed to do was make the finest of shifts to redirect.

He didn't know this wolf and didn't care to, especially now upon his home turf. Too exposed by the grief of his brother's dead body, he saw her look upon the mountain queen and took that as all the cue he would need in that instant to act. Angling his approach from behind her for as long as he could, Antares lunged for the white wolf's side teeth first with all the momentum he could bring down upon someone who had no right to be here on this awful scene. The eagle, the bear, all else, for the instant, went by the wayside. Too frustrated, too stricken by sorrow so deep, he acted out through his vicious swing.

(his 1d15 roll is here for how angry the lunge is for trespass)