the earth lumbers on

this is getting interesting.

His call was answered by two of his fellow packmates, Flash and Hjalmar but it was not enough. He needed more wolves if they were to fight off this mangy canines with slobbering jaws and weird forms. Where was Alastor and Crëyr? They were in need of help and the leader or whoever that large canine was, was seemingly also calling for backup. But their canines were thin and malnourished and though they seemed to have battle experience from their scars, his wolves had more and they had the advantage of health, size, speed and strength. Wounds they might get, but this battle they would win, he was sure of that.

One of the small wolflike yet unwolf like canines charged towards him, aiming for his scruff and deep in his mind, Shadow nearly scoffed. He wasn't about to be pushed down by this shitball of a canine, he had battled greater opponents and won, no way was he going to be smashed into the earth. Winter was his domain and the Roman was a winter warrior and he knew how to keep his balance. So, the silver leader let the dog's teeth touch his scruff before spinning abruptly around, fangs bared to attempt to sink it into the canine's throat.

He had been distracted by the dog and from the other side came the leader, leaving the other attacking dog to Hjalmar, Shadow turned to face the slobbering brute. But he was a second too slow and inwardly cursed himself as the dog sought to unbalance him. But his hind legs were dug firmly in the snow, something necessary for survival on snow and while he stumbled slightly, he did not fall and just managed to sidestep the blow. But a light stream of blood already leaked out, it was a light cut and it was easy to ignore the pain.

Then Shadow feinted a blow to the right shoulder of Dogmeat but ducked his head low, jaws aiming to clamp down on the dog's forelimb and break it, if possible. "Tell your canines to back off and I will too, no lives need to be lost today," the Roman spoke through gritted teeth, at least none of his wolves's lives. If Twister hadn't charged towards him, they might have been negotiating and understanding. Probably not. But.... Backup was called in case of a fight, obviously these canines had no brains at all. Burns and scars covered their bodies, but he had also gone through a lot, he too had gone to hell and came back, he had known nothing but pain, agony and sorrow since birth. Though his life was much better now.

Out of the corner of his eye, the sterling warden saw more dogs enter the scene, one black and white dog leaped towards him, aiming for his neck but this time he was ready and though the fangs grazed his neck, they drew no blood. Adrenaline coursed through his body, but he kept it in, not willing to make the first move once more. Let them make a mistake and end their own lives. Shadow called for @Silver Bone , @Sarana and anyone else who wasn't at the scene already. In case this battle continued....