Iridescent Lagoon [BWP][M]In the moment we're lost and found

With the women off taking the pups with them it left him and Renier to face the pack of six themselves. The Artemieva was sure there were no plans to take these coyotes on, just stand their ground and give Morganna and Celandine time to get a head start back to the territory. With bristling fur and teeth bared he hoped that the displays by him and his packmate would keep them at bay.

A low growl rumbled his throat as one of the beasts grew bold enough to take a few steps forward. Another came to stand at his flank but Tikhon didn't move, not until he received the nudge from his companion. It was time to go and without hesitation he turned on his heel and was running beside Renier.

If the coyotes gave chase he was ready to turn and deliver a blow that he hoped would stop them. That didn't happen and he was glad for it, they would escape this one unscathed and just before the storm started back up. The question was what about next time, would they he so lucky.

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Celandine didn't look back. She couldn't. Her pride wouldn't allow it, so her gaze remained locked on the horizon, and the safe haven that was Pookastone's borders. Surely, the nasty creatures wouldn't dare cross the invisible markers. If they did they'd have the rest of the pack to deal with.

As soon as Morganna's form collided with her own, Celandine tried to brace against it. The woman hadn't been ready to support so much weight, but aside from a light shove to the side, and a minor dissatisfied squeal from the cub between her jaws, it was fine.

Soaked, and caked in mud, they crossed over the threshold. After ensuring that the cubs, and their mother were safely tucked away in their den, she would return to her own brood. Gods, the coyotes were really getting out of paw.

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Thankfully, the scent of the borders stood out like the safe beacon it was, and the voices of the coyotes were long gone. The storm carried on, and he tried to let it sounds carry over him. But, he wasn't quite able to shake from what had just happened. He kept replaying the picture in his mind, trying to decide if they showed signs of disease. There was no clear answer, and silently he prayed for one. For things to be all right as his gold eyes rested where his mate had just been. He offered a grateful look to Tikhon and Cel, and then sought Morganna. Relief wouldn't quite come, and he pressed himself around her.  It couldn't have been easy to give birth, and then run all that way. Snuggling into her neck, he hoped to offer her comfort in turn. Though surely they were both wondering what was going on in the lore now. {fade}