Hooves barely touch the ground as the dunskin runs.

Black and gold melt together as his hairs whip on either side of his neck and stream behind his haunches. He is a bullet, sleek and deadly, and his eyes are set on the pair of intruders. Both are hideously malformed designs, their bodies unnaturaly composed. He will gladly end the suffering of their existance.

Underfoot the snow detonates with each stride, threatening a slip. The dog at his side, a blur of black and white caught in his shadow, grips easier with his paws. Ricochet snorts, whites rolling in his fervor to slaughter, but he does not decelerate, not when he can nearly taste the grit of their coats between his teeth.
The dog breaks away suddenly, aiming to arch to the right and sweep around behind the group. If they time it perfectly the duo will strike them from front and back simultaneously.
Ricochet grins.

He explodes upon the reunion with his left shoulder aimed to barrel into the unicorn's right side, hoping to strike her in the soft section just behind her foreleg's elbow and shoulder. At his pace his momentum would be certain to toss her off balance if she didn't act quickly. It's unlikely his approach went unknown however, although he was silent and swift, the Foothills offer little by way of shelter and Ricochet is no master of stealth either way. It doesn't matter, his gallop would have him upon them before they could fortify much.

Then of course, there's the dog.

A loud and fearsome bark emanates from behind Osiris as Guns lunges to the strange hybrid's left back leg, teeth snapping at the tender point of the hock and aiming to clamp on. If successful the wolf horse would be terribly crippled, reducing his ability to rear, buck or run, their best option.

"Ricochet and Guns. Leave or die." he hisses just before impact.
It was no longer his duty to defend the borders, not as it had been in Isilme or as it had been when he'd ranked a soldier here. Yet how could he ignore such an invasion when en route to leave the herd and scout for fresh blood? He was after all, protecting the herd from those not belonging to it - and the one that brought wolves, a certain harm to their safety. He was justified, and they were dead.