The fight didn't stop, it barely even paused at the alpha wolf's warning. As Tage watched, one of the enemy wolves jumped forward in an attack as the other challenged him, him. Like anything good could come from such a thing. Tage lost his cool, or whatever was left of it at this point. Backing up, he measured the distance down to the ground in his head. Even one low whine to his left didn't stop him. Apparently one wolf in his party held onto some logic, but the rest bristled more than ready for a fight.

With one half yelp, half how, he charged forward toward the lowest edge of the cliff and kicked off. Paws scrabbled against the rocky surface, keeping him propelling forward until he his the ground, teeth bared and ears low. He could feel the stings and aches, but they only added to his fury somehow. Pain, passion, they were all the same right now. He tried to play the curious watcher but in truth, he desired to be in the thick of this fight too much. The others stayed back though, only their howls edging him on now.

Tage glance toward Cassius, finding him engaged still many yards away. Instead, he turned his eyes toward the other wolf who taunted him first. He didn't think anyone would mind if he joined the fight and made it an equal two on two, so he stalked forward, pairing off against the wolf who circled, trying to keep Tage in front of him. A heart beat later, Tage charged him.