Dusty pulled his gun out taking aim at a wolves head, adrenaline forced anger in his voice. "Dark! Takr Faux and fly up now!" He snapped!
she stayed put and growled back, "we ponies are aloud on your land, I have left my fox at home so I suggest you leave." Faux glared at the wolf before her not showing a single ounce of fear. (No killing just badly wounding)
Dusty looked over his shoulder at Faux. "Ms. Faux fly up! Ah'll make sure this is taken care of! Ah don't want you hurt, now fly!"
Faux squirms free and falls a few feet before her wings caught her. She lowered to the ground but doesn't land
Dark aims his crossbow at calla,"faux, I'd greatly advise gettin' up here." (I'm gonna have to go soon)
Dusty looked over at the wolf that spoke, he recognized her from before. "You!" Dusty turned his aim to Calla and stepped forward. "We had an agreement! No fox, no harm! Why are ya attacking us?!"
The wolf Dusty had his gun point at was Rio, one of the top fighters in the pack. Calla snarles and bites down on the barrel tearing it from Dusty's hooves then throwing it to the side without a single word. The wolves moved closer him and Faux, each of the wolves were in attack mode and a single mode will send them off.
Dusty knew he couldn't do anything without his gun. He looked to Faux and made a decision. Dusty grabbed Faux by under her and chunked her airborne, yelling to Dark. "Dark catch! Take her and go!"
"STOP!" Faux landed after squirming free again and started to move towards Calla, "We made a deal and your breaking it!" Anger warmed Faux's eyes. She was was just arms length from Calla now who was still growling
Dusty looked at all the wolves then to Dark and Faux. 'Come on! Why now?!' A cold sweat broke from his face. "Listen wolves, ah don't know why your doing this but ah'll do whatever it takes, just don't hurt my friends!"
Calls stopped her pack and made them retreat. Faux who was still in Calla's face moved back as well. But Calla wasn't done, she snarled again then leaped towards Faux tackling her to the ground.
Faux's instinct kicked in and she instantly began to fight off Calla. She was basically a fox so fighting wasn't a problem
Dusty ran to help, instinct taking over. "Stop wolf!" He broke in-between their fight, standing in front of Calla holding off Faux. "Faux stop! Wolf leave, unless you want Dark to shoot you!"
Faux and Calla split from each other and were now circling. Faux had her shoulder wounded and the back of Calla's neck was stained red. Both Calla and Faux were evenly matched and they both knew it