The sensation of a secure hold surprised Tychon. His teeth pulled through flesh, and his bottom ones raked against the back of the jaw bone enough for him to know he’d actually caused a significant, though certainly not deadly nor uncurable, wound. He hesitated to flee because of his astonishment, but he doubted that he’d have had the time to escape anyways with the speed his captor responded to the bite. Tychon wished his non-sensical insult would have affected him more. Distracted him or something. The collision sent Tychon stumbling a step away (and the impact disguised the sound of the warning snarl of the incoming female wolf). Tychon barely set his atrophied leg on the ground when a second impact knocked him further into the territory.

His right leg finally reach failure when he attempted to catch his balance. Collapsing onto the ground, Tychon’s breath was forced out in a harsh rush. The young mauled male was stunned for a moment, but rolled to his stomach. With a gaping mouth, he inhaled the choking scent of the female who joined them. Her commanded grated on his ears and they flattened to the side when he turned amber eyes on her. She reminded him of mythological weapons - silver and sharp. The snarl that seemed frozen on his face slowly faded with each of his breaths, although his eye remained flexed in irritation. He was beaten; with his experience in battle, two on one was a death sentence. And she was clearly alpha, which meant her position was hard won and tumultuous to keep. In short, she’d waste him if he challenged her.

Tychon met her gaze flatly. He was not challenging her, only making eye contact to gage her intentions. He was surprised that she seemed to regard him curiously… and then he grew just as livid as he’d been with his captor. What was he? Some freak to be gawked at the circus? Tychon snorted out at her and then tucked his paws and pushed himself to his feet. He favored his right leg, and kept his head level with his withers. He huffed in disgust at her introduction and barked harshly, “Domestic Protector, more like.” He turned his eyes on his captor with finely slitted eyes to introduce them, “I’m Tychon and that there is Mould-Back.”