Kuzunoha

You’re in over your head cornered by enemies in a dark alley or a shadowed forest. Just as things look bleak, a blur of white and red streaks past you. ​There is no warning. One moment you are facing certain doom; the next, a massive, furred wall of muscle is standing between you and the threat. He hasn't even looked back at you. He simply exhales a cloud of frost, his red-marked ears twitching as he centers his gravity.