Arron crouched lower to the ground, a warning bark escaping him. He growled and held his ground, refusing to back away from the stranger. He snapped at Creek, his ears going back.
Arron was ready for the attack. He was tackled to the ground, feeling the wolf above him as it snapped for his throat. Arron countered, snapping at anything he could reach. His sharp jaws aimed for the neck of the male on top of him.