Beowulf knows that the hell beast will not just stop when he tells him to, the vacant eyes of the beast tell him more than enough, when white teeth flash his front paws pull upwards, aiming to bat away but with force. He is a skilled assassin, no beast has yet to take him down without a damn good fight and with his children in harms way adrenaline seeps into every vein, down ever leg, through his lungs and back into his heart to repeat the process multiple times over. Teeth graze the underside of his jaw but he is already in full swing and with paws aiming to push the others head down his back legs bunch and coil to recieve the precious energy that will boost him upwards onto his hind legs as he arches his back to bring the full force of his jaws down on the black beasts own head. He aims to rip, maul and tear at the beasts face. Aiming for eyes, ears, mouth whatever he can get his own pearly whites on.

He hears nothing, his body a weapon of mass destruction as he spins his body to the side, keeping his hind end away from Tobias while snapping his jaws viciously. The cat calls of his children are merly muffled by the adrenaline and the natural balance of his mind as he focuses on his target. He will kill this wolf. Like so many others before had been skillfully killed. Aelfgar is stunned by her fathers viciousness, she stands agape next to her siblings as the cinnimon wolf clashes with the black one. A sneer spreads across her lips, father will win, he always wins. She doesn't know this, but she thinks this. It's nice to think such thoughts.

More come, Ishtar and Ruvindra, Aelfgar does not know them by sight but she knows them by smell and knows that they are here to help her father. She gives a few good yips of encouragement to the adults and begins to herd her siblings further away from the meley of wolves fighting off the one male. Strange male. To come into a land full of wolves and attempt to eat one of their young. If mother where here she'd snap that man's skull in half! But she wasn't. No one had seen her since the war had started. What had happened to her? Beowulf knows that others arrive, hopes to whatever soul they pray to that they know he is here to help. Knows that he is not here to harm them or their pups. His pups really.

A flash of black is first, followed by a howl from the same female, Ishtar. He does not know her, nor her connection to the pack yet, he only knows that she has come to help allieviate the pressure of this wolf. His jaws are bleeding, profusly, the blood leaks into his mouth and he has to flick his tongue a few times to get the red moisture out of it. A flash of white follows suit and Beowulf seeks to maim the shoulder next to him, all the while staying within close quarters so that the male can not swing his head at the female as she bites down on his rear leg. His teeth are furious, they don't let go. Snap snap snap, he takes bite after bite. He'll die for his pups if he has to, he only hopes that Brooke will understand when he returns.

"talks like this"