"And what are you going to do? Fight them? There's four of them!" she retorted and he growled in frustration. “Yeah, Hal, that’s exactly what I’m gonna fuckin’ do! Any other time and I’d let you kick their ass but for right now I don’t want them near you. One bite or kick to your stomach and it’s not just you that gets hurt anymore,” he shot back, tail lashing. God, didn’t she get it? He wasn’t just trying to protect her, she was an adult. As much as seeing her hurt killed him he knew she could take it. But the pups in her belly, their pups, they couldn’t.
He watched as the coyotes came in closer and he lowered his head, a loud, deep bark of warning escaping his jaws. He knew that if they attacked he wouldn’t get out of it unscathed. He’d probably have some bites and scratches to show for it, but it would be worth it. And, hopefully he could at least pick off one or two of them. If he could, then there was a pretty strong chance the others would back off. They took another couple steps forward and he snarled, large paw swiping forward in warning.