*Goats*

Three goats were traveling together, wondering along the grassy, shrubby terrain a little ways up the beach. They had been from a circus that had passed through Orca Bay not too long ago, but escaped when the circus was attacked by a group of wolves and cougars.

Mack

The Siberian husky padded along the shore of Orca Bay, surveying the scenery. Then he caught an unusual smell... One of animal with a bit of human mixed in... He walked faster and faster until he was at a flat out run to the goats. Obviously they were once in human captivity. Slowing down to a stop, Mack watched them before letting out a loud 'woof' to get their attention...

*Goats*

The three goats lifted their heads in unison, looking curiously at the husky. One stepped forward, his tail flicking from side to side a bit. "Hello, who are you?" The others stepped forward too, not having much fear of canines.

Flame

Bleached femme watched nearby. Her stomach grumbled once more. That equine meat hadn't been enough. She sniffed the air and let out a sharp growl. She prepared to lunge at one of the two goats.

Mack

Mack sat and replied, happy to be speaking with someone once again. “I'm Mack!” he yipped out, tail starting to wag slowly as he dipped his maw in a greeting. Then his sensitive ears caught the noises made by the unknown wolfess, and he immedietly stood up, fur on end. Spotting the fae, he dashed over in front of her to cut off any availiable attacks she would have on the goats. Body low, neck tucked, hackles raised, and fangs bared, he snarled viciously at her. “Get out of here! You aren't having goat for dinner any time soon. ” he said, letting his growling voice drift to her. He was serious, and he meant it. If she dared to even lay a paw on one of the goats, he would shread her into little peices. He kept his unblinking eyes on her, ready for any sudden movements or actions.

*Goats*

"Good to meet you, Mack! I'm..." The goat paused, ears and head darting towards the direction of the growl. In unison, the three sprung away, bolting over the rocks as the wolfess made her move. But they slowed and stopped, turning frightened eyes back to the two canines. Seeing how bold Mack was being, the three goats timidly krept up behind them. They lowered their bony heads defensive and dug at the rocky ground with their hooves. Their small, curved horns could not puncture or break skin, but a good ramming could do a bit of bruising. Still, being rather small, they wouldn't hold much of a chance against any wolf.

Flame

The wolfess growled and and lunged Mack. Her powerful jaws sunk into Mack's neck. She held tight and clawed at his side.

Mack, Striker, & Sable

Mack moved away, trying to avoid the attack as much as he could. Only some of his skin and fur was taken, so he still had one advantage... He let out a loud howl, ignoring Flame for the short moment so he could call some of his pack...

Soon, after hearing the howl, two forms bounded over the ground in a hurried frenzy to find their packmate. Both were also Siberian huskies. Both were also young, very young, but old enough to put up a fight. Snarling, Striker lunged at Flame, aiming to land his huge body on her to pin her down...
Sable, a smaller husky, padded to Flame and Mack uickly and started snapping at the wolfess' muzzle, trying to make her release Mack as he continued to pull...

Flame

Flame quickly released him and fled. There were far to many to fight off. She ran but she'd be back... maybe.