Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Armando pushed up his too big helmet so he could rub at his eyes tiredly. This was a whole lot of bitey stabby nonsense. Why couldn't they just hiss and chase one another like reasonable creatures? Maybe throw in a little poison if the hissing and posturing didn't solve anything. You know, sensible stuff. That was something he'd never understand about wolves. They were too quick to fight and not quick enough to flee which is why half of the ones present looked like they'd fallen face first into a tornado full of piranhas. He could bitch for days about everything that was wrong with wolves, but he'd hitched his wagon to a pack of them so he supposed it didn't make much sense for him to carry on. The alternative was going back to the forest full of no good sleepy pandas and napping away his day...which somehow sounded less fun than getting stabbed by a purple dog.

"...truce over!" He peeked between his claws and yelped. Of course the guy with the never-ending bead grudge was here! Armando was up in a flurry of snow but he had no idea where to go. Precious seconds were wasted as he more or less ran in a circle looking for an escape. Finally he picked a direction and went barrelling towards the purple dog side of the divide. If bead dog came from pirate dog's group than purple dog's group had to be safe ground, right? Right? God he hoped so.

Still in neutral territory, Armando dove under the nearest pair of legs (Wendigo) and kept running. He was headed in purple dog direction but with a pot belly and short legs slowing him down it was going to take awhile. In the meantime maybe he could lose his pursuer under one of these "neutral" spectators. He burst out from under Wendigo's tail and then half jumped, half climbed over the wolf on the other side (Recluse). At that point he realized that making it to purple dog territory was hopeless so he switched gears.

Intending to use her as a shield, Armando skidded to a halt on the other side of the wolf that was laying down (Recluse). He then spun around to face Artisan to see what his pursuer was going to do. If Artisan went left Armando was going to go right and if they ended up running circles around these wolves, so be it.