[ Things happen a lot faster than Arthur can account for, though he's standing now and not stupid enough to run forward but the dark makes it necessary to get closer, so he does, just a touch, just in time to hear a snarl distinctly from the other direction and a growl. Arthur instinctively ducks, goes flat near the ground and eyes the leaping form of another wolf. Deductively this ought to be one person but he's not exactly chummy with White so maybe White has other friends who'd go to bat for him like this. Arthur can't be sure.
Standing up again - suit more certain to be thrown out than before - he makes for White, assuming he's out of the fray - not the wisest thing but maybe the other man will at least know if that's Orange, or if it's some random dog turned to take up his side. He keeps a couple feet between them. Maybe he can call him off - doubtful - or maybe he can grab him - possible, if the gauging of his strength was accurate just moments before.
Arthur's sure it was.
His stomach twists in a wholly different way nervous and sick not (entirely) from the wound on his throat - more from the way the wolves have obviously decided to tear into each other not like men in the bodies of animals, but simply as animals.]
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Standing up again - suit more certain to be thrown out than before - he makes for White, assuming he's out of the fray - not the wisest thing but maybe the other man will at least know if that's Orange, or if it's some random dog turned to take up his side. He keeps a couple feet between them. Maybe he can call him off - doubtful - or maybe he can grab him - possible, if the gauging of his strength was accurate just moments before.
Arthur's sure it was.
His stomach twists in a wholly different way nervous and sick not (entirely) from the wound on his throat - more from the way the wolves have obviously decided to tear into each other not like men in the bodies of animals, but simply as animals.]