Deepwood Weald I found peace in your violence

Why did he do this? Why did he intervene? Murder, violence, killing. Nothing he wasn't used to. Hell, Calahan had been a cause of much grief himself. However nosey he was, it wasn't always that he'd intervene so aggressively. Perhaps, he refused to believe that the same troubles that riddled the prairie and mountains out east were present here too. Maybe the now-widowed coyote reminded him of someone he had left behind? Whatever it was, it was too late to leave this be.

This wouldn't be a fun fight, that was for sure. He snarled, glaring at the chestnut wolf. "The hell's wrong with'yew?!"

Fight works for me.