To protect the pack's territory was the duty of the alpha of the pack.

Rip-Raff didn't quite understand why the larger one didn't understand that, but nevertheless, he would see to the duty of making certain that the surrounding his new home was made safe and secure. That is why he left his scent about the forested area, marking the wood line up to about three miles to ensure that anything with a nose would get the point that where they would be treading would lead them into the claws, and fangs, of an aggressive alpha male who had no qualms about biting first and asking questions never. This is a truth that he had lived by with...his other pack, and one that he would see to now with this new one.

Doing so with the aid of the smaller ones that lived together in the house with the other alpha and his mate was a happening that was often overseen by said alpha's mate, Keith, if he recalled the other's name correctly.

An odd name to be sure, but no matter...

Rip-Raff would walk beside the other whenever he could drag him out of his home and away from the desk he was normally hunched over, to show him just where the line of their territory ended. The other seemed not to quite understand what he was trying to say, which made sense, as the words of the humans were tough on him to reproduce with a muzzle and snout that were alien to such things, but thankfully the others within his pack did, especially the dark one.

The midnight lycanroc liked the dark one.

Broody and moody as he was, the other understood primal instincts enough to know what needed to be done to ensure the well-being of his home, even if he did like to act as though such matters were of a bother to him. It was though him that Rip-Raff was able to help Keith understand just what he was doing and why, and though the eevee pokemorph was somewhat hesitant to accept such a truth, he nonetheless bowed his head at what the two had done after they had taken him around the bend within the backside of his home.

With that said, though, there were threats that didn't quite understand the nuance of what the midnight lycanroc had done, or rather, they did, but wished to challenge him all the same.

That was fine enough for the rock wolf, as he had not become the alpha of his pack because of his dashing looks, but instead because he knew how to draw blood to get his point across.

A flash of fire pelted against Rip-Raff's torso but thanks to his natural type resistance the midnight lycanroc was able to shrug off the pain which came from the orange flames licking at his fur, however that didn't mean that the attack didn't hurt.

A snarl ripped free from his lips as he looked over the pack of houndoom which surrounded him.

The black canines glared at him with obvious distaste, the lot of them not at pleased with the fact that this newcomer had appeared out of nowhere to suddenly throw off the balance of what had been their way of life, which was understandable, as Rip-Raff was invading their territory, which was clearly marked, however the red and white wolf would not surrender to them, after all, they had been the ones to challenge him after he had stepped within their rocky domain. The hope of the dark hounds being that if they could chase him off then all would return to normal, but there would be none of that happening today, as Rip-Raff had something to make clear to the lot of them about the happenings going forward, specifically that any and ALL challenges towards him would be met with brutal consequence.

He couldn't afford to show weakness, not with his mate still caught within flux between himself and the other.

He needed to be strong, to prove to Carl that he was all that the other lycanthrope needed in order to feel safe and secure within their home, only then would he finally raise his tail and bare his throat for the midnight lycanroc.

A sharp snarl from one of the houndoom shook him out of his mental daze where he bent his mate over and then claimed him as his own.

Balling his fist up and then slamming it into the ground, Rip-Raff hit the rocky earth underneath him hard enough to send pillars of stone spiraling upwards all around him. Seeing this, the houndoom instantly jumped away to avoid being damaged, a natural reaction to such an obvious show of danger...

...and one that Rip-Raff darkly chuckled at.

Looking from side to side before turning his head to stare behind himself, the rock type pokemon was better able to gauge his enemies now that he had placed some distance between them and himself.

From what he could see there was no alpha amongst the pack, instead the group of eight worked together like a semi-unified gang, with all of them pooling their individual strengths together in a loose structure that seemed to enhance their natural abilities. A smart tactic for those who were young, or without guidance, however, because they had no focal point to guide them their individual weaknesses were easy enough to spot once he separated them from each other.

For example, the two behind him seemed to stick very close to one another, this more than likely meant that they were either siblings or a mated pair, which led the midnight lycanroc to determining that if he were to put down one the other would break away from the rest to defend the injured houndoom, thus weakening the whole. The one directly in front of him was the cockiest of the group with how it seemed to work the hardest to try and throw him off balance during the start of the fight, however it was also quite carless, as seen by how it actually tripped itself up a few times on its own tail. More than likely this was a young male that had just left home, and thus thought to try and make an alpha of himself without understanding just what it took to measure one's capabilities against that of another. The three on the left, he couldn't be sure since they seemed to flank out in order to give each other distance, perhaps they had been able to form some sort of organized plan of attack...? This suggested that they might have once been the pokemon of a trainer and had been released, or had been a part of a pack that had been torn apart by a trainer who had captured their alpha. Rip-Raff couldn't be sure, but he didn't have time to worry because in the next second the pair on his right were charging for him.

'Reckless', he thought dismissively as he turned to engage them.

Time seemed to slow as the pair lunged together at the red and white wolf, their muzzles opened in an obvious display of what their attack plan was. It was right when their drooling fangs pressed into his body the Rip-Raff felt it, the strange surge of awareness that seemed to allow him to accurately pinpoint every single strand of fur across the houndoom's bodies. When twin sets of fangs chomped down on his shoulder and leg, respectively, the rock type pokemon reacted. Reaching his fist up Rip-Raff first drove his knuckles down into the head of the houndoom biting at his lower body. The force of his blow was as such that the black canine reactively snapped its jaws open from the pain of the attack. Before the wounded canine was even half an inch away from him Rip-Raff took the same fist, pulled it back, and then hammered his clenched fingers deep into the stomach of the other black canine biting at his shoulder.

For those watching it seemed as though the red and white wolf moved with the speed of light as he knocked his two assailants from off of him so fast and so hard that they instantly found themselves knocked out from his attack.

For his part Rip-Raff could barely tell that their attacks did anything to him as his dense fur absorbed most of the damage, however, when he heard the sound of breath being inhaled the rock type pokemon quickly flipped his head around to see the duo behind him preparing to shoot another blast of fire at him. Not wanting to be charbroiled once more Rip-Raff charged at them before they could release their flaming breath. Grabbing one by the throat the rock type pokemon clenched his paws down onto one houndoom's neck while turning to claw at the side of the other's face. Both hounds were forced to end their attack prematurely as they flinched from the pain, and thus Rip-Raff was saved from being damaged, however, at seeing more of their packmates being hurt the remaining houndoom let out snarls loud enough to make the surrounding area shudder.

Rip-Raff could only smile at this as his glowing crimson eyes surged with feral joy at the prospect of this fight continuing; that the full moon had risen behind him only served to excite the midnight lycanroc even more as he felt the blood within his body boil over in readiness to release the monster within his heart.

He relented from doing so however, as if he stained his fangs upon the flesh of these wild dogs then he would have to kill them, and he didn't want to do that, or rather, he didn't want his mate to learn of such a happening, as Carl easily became quite disgusted at the thought of the loss of life, and Rip-Raff was desperate to earn the other's affection so that he could take the smaller male as his mate. That is why he held back the rage, the hunger, in order to better pummel the ground of houndoom into the rocky floor beneath him. Allowing them to live might seem like a mistake to another alpha, but for him it would prove that he had the control needed to prove to his mate-to-be that he was worthy of his respect and adoration.

...and ultimately the knot that he wanted to shove underneath other's tail.

Licking his lips at the thought, Rip-Raff let out a bestial howl as he charged forward against the rest of the black hounds still growling at him!

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