Auster hunting dogs

Kaizen had bitten off far more than he could chew. As far as pups went he wasn't overly proud or arrogant, but he really had overstepped this time and was now reaping the consequences. During his time in the Oaks he'd noticed the scent of a pack of hunting dogs out in the wilderness, they hadn't tried to venture close enough for one of the adults to deem them worthy of pursuit but... Well, Kaizen was just frustrated they were nearby at all. That they ought to respect Tojo enough to not even be remotely close to his home, they should run so far away that he couldn't even catch a whiff of their scent on the breeze. Only then he'd be happy.

He barked and snarled as the pack encircled him, hackles raised and tail lashing- his warnings fell on deaf ears. They knew he was alone and there were many of them, more than a dozen that he could see at a glance, their dappled pelts blending together as he shifted on the spot, rotating and moving as he did his best to ensure none could sneak up behind him.