I don't like it when things like this happen, it makes me feel uncomfortable. When Vida and I rushed out the door, we saw two male wolves already tangled up in a fight.
There was obviously some difference in the size of these two male wolves, Wyatt's wolf had a head that was a bit larger than my brother's, and his wolf was like a giant predator in the forest, carrying an obvious sense of oppression. Not only the difference in size, his wolf also had a special place, his fur was a reddish-brown color that almost approached the color of flame, and the fur on his feet was grayish-black, looking as if he was a burning fierce beast, burning out ashes around his feet. But these were only fleeting thoughts that crossed my mind, and the strongest thought in my head was to separate them.
I tilted my head back and with the power of some Tefnut let out a direct wolf howl. The two wolves briefly stopped tearing and both looked in my direction.