You Woke The Devil

There may not have been a howl to warn him, but the sound of the fights were loud enough to drawn Tyrian in. He came at a run and slid onto the scene just in time to see Valdis' victory. A fleeting glance was cast in Pestilence's direction to assure him she still drew breath, but severe injury or not the more pressing matter was the wolf who very well could have posed a risk to another pack mate. He couldn't take that chance even with Valdis there and victorious once already.

He motioned for Tashi to take care of Pestilence before fixing the intruder with a cold, unyielding gaze. The langur was no medic, but he'd spent enough time around flighty livestock to learn a thing or two about first aid. His pack mate would be in good hands until someone with real training could take of her. As for the intruder, Tyrian had no intention of letting her off easy. The borders were marked clearly; to have gotten this far she would have had to done so purposefully knowing full well what she was doing.

"That's enough from you," he cautioned as he stalked closer, aiming to approach Viper head on. Tyrian had no intention of stopping. He would either get within striking distance and do so if she was not cowed by his presence or he would stand over her prostrate form. There were no other options as far as he was concerned. He would take any movement on her part as a signal to fight. With two pack wolves on the scene already she'd had ample opportunity to submit. "Your options are simple: submit or we will be tossing you over the border in pieces."

Tyrian versus Viper for ???
Round ZERO of ???
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed forearm bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Polar bear cape
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Black-footed Langur, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Striped Skunk, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Saber Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Bard (N/A)