The Tangle la mer

The girls moved behind him - even the stuttery one, but Artaax paid them no attention. His eyes were on the cougar, which was apparently just as intent upon him as he was upon it. Were the feisripa one to actually carry his emotions on his face, he would've been grinning fiendishly, eagerly at it. Much of his life had been in turmoil as of late, and he liked nothing better than a good fight to clear his head (Well. Sex was good too. But probably not likely considering the present circumstances).

Artaax didn't flinch at all when the cougar growled a warning at him. He fluffed up taller and took a step forward, his teeth still showing though no sound escaped him yet. He also had no intention of backing down. He really saw no reason to. With or without the two female wolves at his back, Artaax was a power to be reckoned with. He could take this stupid thing out, just as easily as he wiped the floor with all of his enemies. 

Confident, cocky, semi-delusional, Artaax took another step.