Firefly Glen Could it be, this misery will suffice

Antares had trailed from a distance. It was overlapping duties, and interest, that made it so and he didn't mind. He stalked upon the scene once it had already escalated though, appearing suddenly. Sights were first on Bronco, then the badger as they clashed.. stoking Antares' bloodlust easily. The Ostrega only noticed the mottled girl there too when he was already mid-lunge to help engage--so he didn't get the time to be properly annoyed about Neverwinter's wandering spots again. There were more pressing matters afoot, ones well to his interest. 

Surely two yearlings could take a badger, and he was here to tip the favor. He tried to catch the Blackthorn's eyes on his way in so he could get him on the same page, but he didn't want to alert the creature to another wolf unnecessarily. Antares said nothing, no snarl, as he rushed forward to grab at the badger's back--hopefully by its shoulders (he'd never tried to scruff a badger before though), should it not be expecting an extra set of teeth, and Bronco be able to keep it relatively still. His first priority was separate them. From there? Then he'd figure it out.

barges in also. hi