"If you listen close, you can still hear the boy in the man"
The impact reverberated oddly along the young buccaneer’s spine, sending a queer buzz rushing all throughout his body. Lifting his head, he shook the length of his back hurriedly, trying to be rid of it before the coyote’s regrouped for another attack. The mongrels were blasted quick at righting themselves, and he had only just time to lower himself into a defensive position, before the first one was on him, yellow teeth snapping and tearing at his ruff. Kyrios made a low, whining snarl, pushing forwards to use his greater weight against the scraggly beast. It would surely only be moments before the second animal made its move, and he could not be left vulnerable.
Ignoring the tearing at the back of his neck, the Captain forced his attacker up on its hind legs, exposing the soft underbelly. Then, without hesitation, he struck, teeth sinking in deep, piercing organs and severing arteries indiscriminately, before a final crush of powerful jaws put an end to it all. The coyote grew slack against his shoulders, its own grip loosening and he threw it to the ground, spitting its blood from his mouth with a grimace. Plenty of it had stained his fur too, leaving a red haze at the corner of his vision as he glanced around, trying to discern what had become of the third beast.
To his right, the tawny woman had finished her own battle similarly grimly, turning her attention to the children. The sharp voice with its broken rhythm made Kyrios’ ears twitch, a faint recognition alighting in his eyes as they trailed her towards the huddled pups; Lilya..? He remembered very little from his time in Hearthwood River, having left so young, but he did recall the shewolf now, and if he was not mistaken, she and his father had been quite close. And then his gaze landed on Lachesis, already buried teeth first in the third coyote’s throat; explaining why it hadn’t attacked along with its fellows. “Dad!” He barked, taking a step forwards, but the light was leaving the beasts eyes, its head lolling sideways on the bloodied ground.
It all looked a right mess, the earth and wolves both, but they had won, and from the whining voices of the pups, it seemed everyone had made it unharmed. Kyrios took the last few steps over to his father’s side, rubbing his head against his shoulder; “Guess A’ chose th’ right time t’ come visit, eh?” A crooked smile split his red muzzle, in a rather grizzly manner, head turning towards Lilya and the children; “These lil’ rascals ma’ siblings then?”
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