The instant of horror, Tychon didn’t miss. It expanded across his mind like weeds over a grassy field, infiltrating it with deep roots. It manifested in physical form as a light compression of his chest, to which the young brown male responded with anger. What did this male know about anything?! It hadn’t been Tychon’s choice either to be born with a cleft lip nor to have part of it ripped off by a psychopath. His rage caused his hackles to bristle while he assaulted the white-backed, assumed burglar.

Tychon wasn’t entirely rational, and did not realize that logically, a thief would have snatch up the meal and run with it the moment the opportunity presented itself. It escaped him for the moment that what this wolf wanted was to herd him while he burried unrelenting teeth into the fur of his opponent’s upper chest. He huffed of in effort when the chest of the robber slammed into his shoulder, and he was forced to release the shoulder to avoid wrenching his neck uncomfortably. The sharp teeth of Tychon’s attacker buried themselves through the thick fur of his ruff and pinched at his skin.

Instinctually, Tychon attempted to create space between the two of them; he pivoted his forehand away ninety degrees, placing the pair of them perpendicular to each other. Tychon spat and raised his head backwards, attempted to snap and tear at the base of his opponent’s ears, cheek, or neck. The attack seemed to warn off the gray and white male for a short time, but he shocked Tychon when he launched himself forwards. The bulk of the assailant’s chest collided with Tychon’s shoulder with enough force to cause him to stumble in the direction of the mountains. To keep himself on his feet, Tychon’s legs side stepped across each other. The movement was a mistake, and his recovering right leg cramped.

Immediately in response to the painful contraction of muscle, Tychon took his weight off the leg and hopped further away from the gray backed male. The shock of being so forcefully displaced and needing to care for his leg made a pause that Tychon was able to analyze what was happening outside his primitive bloodlust. Neither of them were truly out to harm the other; they were only trying to convince the other to back down. And further more, the raccoon was some distance away now, and this male’s focus was entirely on Tychon. His amber eyes shifted in brief uncertainty, but as the assault continued, it became very clear to Tychon who would win the fight; this male was trained, however little, but it was enough for him to be dangerous. Continuing the fight would result in severe wounds that would hamper Tychon’s ability to survive, and he was already struggling with healing his previous set of injuries.

His ears flattened to the side and he bared his teeth at the male the next time he came, and Tychon moved away with a few quick back steps. He didn’t attack however; he’d lost this encounter. At least until more nefarious intension were revealed, Tychon would spare his energy and let this heap of wolf-dung expend whatever he was willing to to drive Tychon somewhere else. He wouldn’t cooperate well; he’d be slow and stubborn, and probably attempt to bite the wolf-driver if he got to close, and certainly attempt to go in any other direction than the one he was meant to go in, but he would yield… and eventually Tychon would get to wherever this bastard wanted him to go.