I don't need saving!

Iarlaith panted. He hadn't had to do anything like that in a long time. Couldn't say he really wanted to do it again anytime soon, but, eh. He probably would. He figured, at the very least, he'd get to see tomorrow after all. He'd hardly expected the ginormous wolf to run away, but he would take what he could get. And the hell did the brute mean, anyway, saying something like that? Ridiculous.

Turning properly to the she-wolf now they were on their own, he planted himself on his rump, heedless of the snow. It was already everywhere anyway, kicked into his face by the big guy. He snorted, blowing more from the end of his nose. His innards were trembling something fierce, and he was more than happy to relax a moment. He was pretty sure he was going to feel all this after he took his nap, too.

The she-wolf didn't respond immediately.

His smile dropped a fraction, reluctant to disappear completely in the wake of their apparent victory. She still looked tense, even though the fight was very-definitely-over. When she did answer? Well, he couldn't blame her for looking shaken.

A dark brow raised. "Yeah, uh… you're welcome," he said, one ear flicking in a canid shrug.

He considered, nose twitching (all he could smell was blood-blood-blood and it was annoying, it wasn't even the good kind), eyes slipping aside almost casually. It looked like there'd been a scuffle, shuffled snow all around; they'd made a right mess of things, hadn't they? He was almost pleased, but there was no time for that right now. His eyes slid back to her. "You sure you're okay? You were face-planted pretty hard earlier," his lip curled, vague amusement plain on his face. "You do something to piss him off?"

See, that was the thing about jumping into situations like this. He didn't have the whole story. For all he knew, she'd deserved it… then again, something told him maybe not, given how things had played out.

"Speech"