Ferreiran watched the male get up and stretch, checking his hearing to figure out where they were coming from. Back home, three coyotes against him and another wolf, even if it wasn't too big, wasn't bad odds, but, if all he had heard about the quick carnivores was true, it was better not to risk it. He
could try to attack them and be sure of a easy-ish fight, but only if the other wolf fought too and was at least as good as the dark wolf, and only if most things he had heard about the coyotes were completely, without a doubt, lies. That was a few more "if"s than he was comfortable with, and he figured that if a wolf who had been here longer, possibly seen the fierce coyotes before, decided to run, so would he.
He glanced at the other wolf and said, "Run that way," as he he pointed a paw towards his left. He would distract the coyotes, because he knew he could survive. He was fast, and more importantly, clever. Zipping in and out of trees would get him where pure speed couldn't. He waited and readied himself to run as soon as they appeared.
Sex: Male