Blacktail Deer Plateau all you have is your fire

Luckily, Shale was close by, trying his hand at small game hunting, when his brother's urgent cry rang out. Fur bristling, the gray male charged to the scene, coming over a small rise to find Day and Sunny engaged in battle with a couple of wolves with no pack-scent. Interlopers.

Snarling wordlessly, Shale rushed forward, doing split-second calculations as to where he should strike first. Sunny was a burly boy, a born fighter. . .and he worried about his brother. Day not only had just the one eye, but he had had that run-in with the lynx, and the sickness, too. He needed Shale's help more than healthy, thriving Sunny.

"Hey, fucker!" Shale roared, a silver streak through the air as he launched himself at the trespassing male, teeth bared and ready to sink into something. A throat, preferably, but anything at this point worked.

 

If it's not clear, he's going for Mythix. Roll: 8