If you wanna get out alive

Their fights continued. The male he was fighting broke away, and maybe that was for the better. As he retreated away from Beauregard the ashen cream male rounded on the ones that were attacking Bae-Syl. Gaze narrowed, he lunged for the one on his hock, taking advantage of his opponent’s lowered head to snap his fangs around their scruff. The wolf yelped, but Beauregard was already yanking and pulling, positioning his good leg in such a way that when the fool tried to rise they were struggling against the braced limb.

The slaver from before came back in his blindspot, and this time it was Beauregard’s turn to yelp as jaws grabbed his broken limb. Beau was dragged away from the other opponent, snapping towards the face of his attacker as he tried to get the bastard to release him. Blood trailed down his muzzle, and it seemed that this time the male wouldn’t let Beau get such a good grip on him. Beauregard gritted his teeth and pulled back against the slaver, a growl turning into a scream as he swiped dirt up into the eyes of the other.

His front half went down as he was released, cursing since he could see the one with the injured scruff advancing on him now. Fucking bastards didn’t know when to quit!

"Speech," 'Thought.'