Hideaway Strath Lookin' For Trouble, You found me!

His ears turned to acknowledge all his pavkmates as they approached and entered the ring.
Simmik flew by, Whrist hot on her heels. Shit. If Simmik got hurt... If she loft her pups like Arlette... 
He flew after them, a moment behind. 
He knew of the new presence, something of Nyra's he believed. So he snapped his command at the wolf, heading for the now distanced fight.
"Get Simmik out!"

He hoped that even if he didn't know who she was, he'd take some sort of action so Derg could steer them towards each other. Or something.

His teeth were aimed for the neck as she was momentarily held, but her surge forward would place his attack somewhere nearer her shoulder. If he hit at all.