Buried in the silence of a snowstorm

Outlaw had not noticed JD's absence- she had been at the battle, which was recent. But same as the king, when the other leapt in, there was no ignoring JD's scent on him. The way the man approached the lady enraged Outlaw. He was no gentleman, but he knew girls were not supposed to be treated like this, especially if you want to get lucky with one. This wasn't the way to go about it, and no manners were taken into account at all. That- combined with the scent of Junkyard Dog on the perverted idiot- was what drove him to anger. He charged after the mannerless jerk, fangs beared and ready to spill the killer's blood. As he leapt his jaws aimed for somewhere around his lower neck or shoulder, not particularly skillful, but fierce.