Dexter, being a delta, was larger than the rest of the wolves around.
However, the differences went far beyond mere size. These hostile newly shifted wolves were bloodthirsty and probably didn't care about what would happen to him if they attacked fangs and claws blazing.
On the other hand, Dexter felt a bit hesitant to attack them. These weren't just werewolves out to kill him, they were people who'd attended the games. One of them was Titus, a very talented human player.
These thoughts were cut off, the enemy breaking the delicate balance of taunt with snarls and growls.
The wolves attacked once more, colliding with Dexter and one of the pack warriors aiding him.
The third-pack warrior stayed behind to protect the civilian wolves. The fight, which was a mess of teeth, claws and growls, did not look so good.