Marcus had witnessed the entire altercation between the fox and cat, the fox they referred to as Charles seemed hostile. He had only just met these people but he hated to see someone get picked on, it was the very reason he had to killed his pack. He could easily smell the fox, his larger olfactory glands gave him an edge over the others, as did the rest of his large body. His paws padding into the ground and making shallow depressions with each step, he crept closer to the fox, a sharp growl erupting from him, his steel coated teeth bared in aggressive display as he locked eyes with Charles.