Bruce stared up at the full moon through his cowl. These nights were almost always either very active, or very quiet. He hoped for the latter of the pair, of course. Gives him more time to train with his sons, or assure Alfred he'd try to shift healthily through the night and not push down his wolf (again.)

Well, while soaring from rooftop to rooftop, he heard a loud growl, and then the small yelp! of a pup. That couldn't be good. Jumping down onto the ground, he tucked the lone pup under his cape, and swiftly knocked out the other alpha who threatened to attack.

Turning his head down to get a better look at the shaking child, his yellow eyes narrowed as he observed them silently for a few minutes. "Are you alright?" He asked, gruff voice deeper than normal due to the moon.