Firefly Glen [m]eet me in the woods tonight

Neither were fond of his interception. But when the man rose to challenge him, Khaba could not simply walk away.

If the woman wished to have another partner to feed her desires, so be it. But his earned place would not be taken. Not with ease, at the least.

Ignoring Zharille for the time being, Khaba turned his attention to the aggressions of the male. Teeth snagged for his muzzle in an instant, skin of the lip tearing. But he would be held down, never to submit. 

Rushing them, the dark beast forced his weight against the other, eager to cause pain, or even simply to unbalance. His own teeth then sought any place to grab, presumably the nape; but if the other moved too rashly, his reach would find itself against their face instead.