Sawtooth Spire illumination

he stops, hooves wide and breath heavy, ears pinned flat to his skull. eyes catching the sight of blood, crimson, red. he sees it on the other stallion, upon his flank that trembles with pain.
wolf shifts forward, looming; planting himself as a wall now between the cat and the wounded one.
he lowers his head. tail lashing, swatting furiously at his hindquarter. body rocking once with tension, a hoof raising to strike the ground once in warning.
backing himself up instinctively against the other stallion in defensive measure, and broadens himself in display. snorting, blowing aggressive breath and pinning crazed eyes onto the predator.
ye alright? he calls back, all while keeping watchful eyes on the hissing cat.