Brawl
The grass swayed softly as he padded through, his footsteps soft so that they didn't even crunch the leaves beneath. A bird chirped in the distance and he growled softly, raising his snout to sniff at the air, checking the course of the wind with his tail before flicking it back down and to the side as he continued walking.
He pushed through the last of the tall grass, feeling the blades press at his fur before sliding off and away, almost as if he were in water. With another sniff he bounded over to a tree, tucking his head down and paws inward as he started scraping at the dirt with his claws, digging into the loose soil.
"Wolf!"
He looked up quickly, a snarl slipping through his fangs at a centaur just a few yards away, "If you plan to fight me, you're going to need a weapon, horse-man." His hackles raised at the creature, to make him appear even larger, to scare the tresspasser away.
"I found a member of the Secret Police!" the centaur yelled, though he did back up a step, tail swishing nervously as the wolf lowered himself to the ground, growling,
"That's Chief you dimwit. Either show me some respect or get your throat ripped out, your choice."
The last half of his growl was lost in a thunder of hooves and he raised the rumbling growl in his throat to be heard over it. Branches snapped and then there was another rider coming out of the forest, sword drawn as they rode straight for him. His ear laid flat on his back as the horse approached and he dove to the side in the last few seconds, pouncing up to grip a metal clad leg with his teeth and pull the fool down to the ground.
The horse kept riding away into the forest with a frightened neigh and he let go of the metal. He never did like the taste it left in his mouth. Maugrim moved back quickly now as the thing - was it a thing? It had a familiar shape to a fawn and he never imagined they could walk very well with metal on their legs. Clumsy creatures. Whatever. It was up now, swinging the sword down at him as he growled viciously as he backed up, waiting for an opening so he could lunge forward-
Shnick.
Metal rang against the metal, tipping the sword slightly to the side when the arrow hit it's mark. "Peter!" her cry rang through the air and he dropped back quickly and into the sea of grass.