Blacktail Deer Plateau oh, say you want my love tonight

He wasn't going to back down even if they outright threatened him, or came after him. He was a trained warrior of Diaspora! Except, not really. His dad had died and he'd been run off the mountain during their migration by a goddamn herd of elk or bison or something (JB forgets), and aside from a few routine hunts and patrols with his mother - or a few spats with his siblings, and a fight with Praimfaya - he wasn't exactly experienced. Certainly not experienced enough versus two fully grown wolves that meant him ill.

But no, he wasn't going to back down.

They kept talking in their weird language; Tuvak didn't like the look which passed between them and felt himself stiffening with anger, his fur spiking a little down his back. He took a few steps back but didn't take his eyes off of either of them until another body arrived - this one younger than the pair, but older than him. Gold and bronze and gorgeous - with the posture to denote her high rank. 

They're assholes and they wanna fight me! His tail lashed the air behind him like an angry little whip, and he glared at the two of them.