The pup’s aggressiveness couldn’t be discouraged as he leaped after Tychon’s grotesque paws. Tychon scrabbled away from the pup’s attack and tried several times to lift the pup up and move him away from the meat. But he was feirce! And Tychon got his paws nipped each time he attempted. A yelp escaped Tychon’s throat when Thoth’s teeth had particularly good purchase and pinched his skins. Tychon snapped his teeth in warning at the pup, spittle spraying out of his mouth and through his cleft lip. He stepped over Thoth, out of the way of puppy teeth, and place a rear paw heavily down on the leg while he faced off with the pup. The pup had certainly moved Tychon, though not in the way he’d intended. Perhaps because the action was uncommon and hidden behind Tychon’s other three appendages, the pup turned its teeth towards the deer leg and sank his teeth in. The deer leg was tugged roughly, but the only part of it was moved was some of the skin slitting to the chocolatey brown and creamy silver youngster.

This was ridiculous! He was not loosing a meal to a pup barely whelped. A refreshing savagery boiled over Tychon, revealing him of depressing thoughts of future and past. His pupils contracted and his hackles stiffened to make a ridge along his withers. The malicious sound of threat shook his larynx while his tongue pushed out between his incisors. This tiny tike would let go of his meal or feel how agonizing it was to have fangs digging into either side of his puny spine.

Tychon rushed to attack after receiving a partial response because he was caught in possessive pride, suffered from belittled brawn, and anticipated further assault. His muscles contracted instantaneously with his intent, propelling him forward with dirt dislodging where his claws dug in. His mouth gaped slightly and widened impressively as he closed on the pup, aiming to either driving him away or killing him. It wasn’t Tychon’s pup, it wasn’t family, and it didn’t seem to have one either (Tychon was oblivious to the wolf following Thoth), so there was no harm in ridding himself of the pest. If Thoth thought he had the ability to take a grown wolf’s food, then Tychon didn’t feel the slightest guilty of reprimanding him to the extremity that would be acceptable if Thoth had been an assailing adult wolf.