Hideaway Strath Lookin' For Trouble, You found me!

You can skip Derg after 12 hours of no reply, just PP him standing back and circling

Well, who would wander into the bulls pen?

Uninvited, unwelcomed.

This woman could be anything from refuge seeker to pup snatcher.

Derg only saw a lone woman, looking around, knowing there was a pack around. During whelping season.

He tipped his head up and let out a long, low howl.

A death rattle, calling to the guardians. To rip this intruder apart.

Slowly, and with cunning.

He didn't leap in, no. Derg flicked his ears back and a snarl rose from his throat as he circled the stranger. Hackles raised as was his tail.

He feinted towards her, teeth snapping. Waiting for his backup. Waiting for The Saint's to pass verdict.

For now, he'd dance about her, tail lashing and teeth showing.

Slow and painful was the way the Saints worked.