Folding his ears further against his skull, the male angled himself as he slunk towards the ground, tail lashing behind him furiously. The dragon was no stranger to combat, nor was he particularly afraid of the wolverine – he’d faced much larger opponents over much more dire matters – but that his prize was at risk drove him to engage the well-armed woman. Lips peeled backwards to reveal a shimmering row of ivory daggers as the single sun glinted dangerously in his skull, the wolf low to the ground as he began to slither forward. It would require a bit of thought if he didn’t want his face split open by razor-like claws, and for a moment, the pair simply exchanged snarls and growls, each sizing the other up, when another wolf came into view.

Fortunately, she came in a manner that allowed Kjors to pick up on movement with his only eye, but she remained behind the trespasser, and downwind. Were he not trying to pick up on every last detail, seeking something he could use to throw this usurper down, he might not have noticed the swarthy woman align herself. As it were, he did not focus on her long, not wishing to alert the wolverine immediately. When the overgrown rat did finally realize there was a second shadow looming over her, she acknowledged the younger wolf with a tip of her head, a simple snarl that showed little more than a fierce determination to take on all comers.

Fool, the dragon thought with a terrible grin – the tables had turned against the animal now, even if she refused to acknowledge she would be better off in flight. They had no reason to chase her, not now, but as long as she hovered near the goose and the water source, she would remain under threat from both sides. She snapped her jaws at Morganna, attempting to ward off the younger wolf, closer to her body and her prize. At the moment, it seemed the wolverine was willing to use her bulk as a barricade, warding off the wolves from the goose she wished to claim as her own.

Seizing the moment of opportunity, Kjors struck while the animal was distracted. “Dare you talk to me of crime,” he hissed to wolverine, as if he might actually understand whatever it was she might have to say. “No one steals from Kjors Sørenson.” No one steals from Kjors Sørenson and lives, he thought viciously, his teeth snapping as he lunged for the animal’s back. He grasped her by the scruff, shaking his head violently when the wolverine suddenly twisted, forgetting all about Morganna for a moment or two. Snarling violently, she swatted at whatever she could catch with her talons, knicking the male’s shoulder blade before he tossed her to the side, out of reach and onto her side. The animal struggled violently and Kjors quickly made for his sleeping goose, attempting to stand over it and defend it from any actual plunder.

Despite having never met this woman, she was eager enough to step in and aide the battle.  Odd, he thought, for she had no idea what sort of wolf he was.  In turn, he had no idea if the other wolf expected something in return for her assistance, but he hardly had the time to stop and ask.  Oh miss wolverine, would you mind stepping aside for just a moment?  And don’t touch my goose – I just need to have a quick conversation with this woman here before I tear you apart.

Kjors allowed himself a small snort as he moved over his prize, shoulders low as he readied himself to defend the goose if necessary.  The Valkyrie had been sliced for her efforts and another snarl dripped free as he shifted his weight.  Up the wolverine managed to get herself, and briefly the other wolf exchanged a quick look with the one-eyed dragon before their prey shifted again.  She was not going to waste time, it seemed, running at the female wolf with teeth bared.  As the wolverine lunged for Morganna, the dragon sprinted forward from his goose, feeling it safe for the time being.  While the animal was distracted trying to dodge the woman’s weapons while landing a blow, he lunged forward for the creature’s tail, thick and bushy.  Teeth sunk into fur and flesh and he jerked backwards, trying to drag the creature away while giving another shake, trying to find a frangible point one of them could snap.

They had her on the ropes.  Were he not so focused on the act itself, Kjors might have offered a cocky grin to the creature as she realized she’d pushed too far.  As it were, his mouth was still full of the thick, muscular tail, and he sunk fangs in deeper – she’d not get away from him so easily.  In such close quarters, it was much more difficult to avoid those razor sharp claws.  One side of his muzzle was nicked, but tossing his head avoided the brunt of the damage.  Moments later saw his partner in crime back on their prey, catching it much closer to the neck.

Even as the creature flailed wildly, @Morganna managed to keep her grip on the animal.  It allowed the one-eyed dragon a moment to move, letting go of the tail in one breath and springing upon the back of its neck in the next.  With the female anchoring it down, the wolverine barely managed to squirm sideways, much less escape the pair of wolves, and found a heavy pair of jaws around its neck as it screamed belligerently, refusing to die even as blood seeped from all wounds.  Kjors snarled but could not shake, not in his position – either Morganna would come up with something else, or they would have to wait until the life slowly drained out of this thing.

Over.  It was finally over, and that damnable wolverine had gotten what it deserved, so arrogant to think it could handle a pair of grown wolves on its own.  For a moment, he allowed his mind to wander, savoring the sweet, coppery taste of victory.  It was a flash of movement that caught his ear and it flicked out to the side before turning his head.  Singular golden eye settled back on the female, and finding that she didn’t appear to be openly hostile, he offered her a bob of his head.

“Thanks,” he rumbled, brow raised as he studied the female.  Sure, he probably could have handled that thieving beast on his own, but it went much easier when another body was present.  Happily, his goose hadn’t been damaged beyond a bite or two – still plenty of down for his shared den.  Unable to take both prizes for himself, he saw no reason to attempt to hoard the second carcass.

Moving towards his prize, he glanced back over at the female.  “Y’can take tha’, if y’wan’,” he offered, rolling his shoulder in a shrug.  He might have made the final blow, but they’d worked fairly equally.  She didn’t have to.  He shrugged again.  “Wha’s yer name, lass?  Dun’ think Ah caught tha’ before.”