Greatwater Lake Albino VS. Albino

Any intelligent wolf would know that they couldn't take on an overly aggressive cougar easily, but in that moment, Kove had become an idiot. Call it male pride or stubbornness, but whatever it was, it kept him from scampering away with Scarlett. Why he didn't just leave while they could, he'd never know, nor did he really care given the current situation. Pushing the albino lupine away had clearly angered the felid even more—if that were even possible, given his first impression of her. It had hurt to have the large creature slam into him, as did the number of attacks she managed to land on him, but the man refused to show it. The way the cat moved, putting herself in places to close the distance, made it obvious what she was doing, and he wasn't about to let it happen. The ghostly male continued to move himself each and every time he could, positioning himself between the two albinos. Occasionally, he'd get a bit bolder and step forward a bit, snapping his jaws together whilst snarling at the cougar.

"If you find a way without the risk of getting hurt, run," Kove said, his words meant for his fellow wolf, despite his copper orbs staring Laksha down. To anyone who didn't know the brute, watching him protect someone he hardly knew would be looked upon as foolish, but he didn't see it that way. The female was a friend, even if they hardly knew much about one another. "Don't you think it'd be better for you to find a better, easier meal?" he inquired lowly, snapping his jaws together towards the cougar, but without the intentions of actually biting into her. "You're not getting your claws on Scarlett, no matter how much you try."

Heroism doesn't exist. The Northerner may feel heroic in the moment, but it is nothing more than an illusion, a trick of the mind. Even as he lunged towards the puma's shoulder, maw agape, it was not the act of a hero. It was simply the act of a fool, working hard to dance for something he believed in.