Mockingbird was somewhat delusional after Dove's miscarriage, but with that having happened, Mockingbird was falling apart. He'd taken to muttering to himself, grumbling about the past and what he had lost.. that all was lost to him now. Dove wouldn't be able to have pups again after what had happened to her, and all of his high hopes and those feelings of no longer being of such little worth were gone. Vanished into thin air when he realized that there would be no child between Dove and himself. All was lost before he had gotten to glimpse what life could have been for himself. Everything was lost, and after his hopes had gotten so high, after he thought he had finally gotten to have something that mattered more than he had ever allowed himself to think.. all dashed to bits. Nothing left...

And Mockingbird just wandered aimlessly of late, snapping at anyone who came near and confessing his sins to anyone who would listen. He had no feelings of saving himself from any punishment, and maybe in some way he was looking for a fight. He wanted to feel something tangible, something not in his mind. He knew what the risks were and he didn't care. So far, no one really made to much of a fuss over what he said, and it made him wonder if anyone remembered any of those past things. Maybe no one cared and he was absolved. None of it mattered to Mockingbird. He had given up hope, given up everything. Dove had vanished, and perhaps it was his fault. He can't think clearly enough to deal with it now.. he needed to mourn and to feel the pain.

He wanted to make someone hurt the way he had hurt. It doesn't even compute to him when the one male had run off after his confessions, he barely realises it had happened at all. Of course it was when he felt teeth in his hip that he is torn from his mutterings and thoughts enough to turn to attack back, teeth snapping for anything he could grab on the white and spotted wolf that had gone after him. Finally, someone to bleed and bleed him in return. There was a sound away from the fight but close, but as it rank in Mockingbird's ears, he ignored it, wanting only to taste the blood of the the first wolf in his mouth. Yet then he was rammed, feeling something in his ribs crack, wobbling to the side but trying to take the first wolf down with him.

The spotted one was being dragged down, Mockingbird's actions working in that aspect, but the second wolf with the saddle marking had gotten a grip on his neck, and the shaking of the area in the wolf's jaws had Mockingbird snarling and releashing the first male to try and lean on his side to swipe claws at the saddled marked male's face and foreleg, wanting to get away from the shaking grip, as it had him at an odd angle as it was. There was discomfort and bleeding from the area on his neck, and even the hip bite had gotten damage in. Still, Mockingbird was not finished fighting, and he was going to do what he could to the pair of them while he could.