Dragoncrest Cliffs Siren song

Put three men together, and what do you get?

A spectacle. 

Tousaint moseyed forward with the coolness of a cat closing in on its food dish. Of the three, he recognized none- but assumed at least one of them must belong to Sapphique and was willing to place his bets on the youngest, a boy who had inherited his mother's red fur, emerald eyes, and spitfire courage. It took only a moment to see that the fight was two-against-one, much to his relief. He wasn't interested in sweeping in to aid his birth-pack in the fight if the fight was going to be even. 

He loitered on the outskirts of the fight with a reluctant sigh; if only his mother could see what these men were doing...She would shred the stranger limb from limb, especially if one of them harmed the one he assumed was either a brother or a cousin. 

You be outnumbered, t'ree to one, Came his singsong voice over the ruckus. I suggest you do as de young man says an' beat a path away from 'ere.