Now, to be fair, Garrett had warned the Templar off; if the wolf could say anything in earnest about Alderic Thearre, it was that, chosen profession aside, he wasn't an idiot. Clearly the man had understood the warning and chosen to maintain the uneasy truce, but he also had protective instincts, and for some reason, said instincts extended to Thais. Garrett really had no idea why - an aggressive bitch like her could clearly take care of herself, especially if she had been an alpha in her previous home, as the rank appended to her name seemed to indicate - but still both Alderic and Bethen reacted when Garrett made to knock Thais down a few pegs, and while Bethen was wise enough to stay out of reach, Rick was faster and more foolish.
The end result of it was a strike to Rick's hand and wrist, blessedly gauntlet-covered and therefore not subject to anything worse than a bruise, but when the wolf clamped his teeth down and held the position, as if to underline the fact that he was not sodding around when he warned Rick off, the pressure alone was probably very uncomfortable. A wild animal would have pressed the advantage, ripping and tearing, trying to pull the arm out of its socket or otherwise severely maul the Templar. Garrett merely held the position for as long as required to make his point, then let go, hackles up, ears back, a sliver of white teeth bared. That done, he padded back to Bethen's side and sat down where he had been a moment before, ears sideways now in displeasure, but a little less wroth having spent some of his temper.
There was a perfect set of imprints of his teeth in the steel, reminders of the size of the wolf's jaws and how close Rick could have come to losing his hand.