Drake just noticed a small red haired creature between him and the other wolf. Something seemed familiar...something....musical? NO! that didn't matter, it was in the way of his new target. He let loose a snarl, a sign of 'get out of my way' as he noticed she was slowly retreating. He dug in his claws as he prepared to face the white wolf, tile and concrete breaking beneath his grip. He awaited to see what the other wolf would do. if it retreated, it wouldn't be worth his time, but if he fought, well, then things may finally get interesting, as all he longed for right now was a good fight.
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