Just when Rajan thought his bluff would wear through and he would have to leave (this truly wasn't worth his time after all; he had nothing at stake and he had no use for a half-eaten deer), the other wolves stepped to his side. First, the boy then the woman. As small as they were compared to his bulk form, they matched his chiding in volume and depth.
They didn't want the coyotes here either.
The Prince's crown lowered, protecting his throat, and his eyes narrowed in a fearsome glare. The trio of coyotes, though antsy, skipped about with their own teeth bared and their fur bristled. They were going to defend their disgusting find, even if the wolves did not want it. Another growl of warning was issued as he took one heavy step forward. The vermin grew still, their own muscles ready in a fight or flight response. The leader, the larger of the three, yelped in what seemed like fear-fueled aggression, but the littlest of them stared at Rajan, eyes wide and ears back. Stock-still and waiting for someone,
anyone to make a move.
It was
afraid.
Rajan's barrel-shaped form sprang forward without warning. The woman had the right idea. There were six of them. Three versus three and the wolves were
bigger. The two other coyotes leapt out of the way and the Prince's teeth were on the feral little thing. The jaw-spar was short, Rajan's jaws set to
maim and
wound. He managed to grab a mouthful of fur, mostly scruff, as his victim tucked tail and turned around to flee. Rajan was not quick enough though and the coyote escaped.
As for the other two, he turned about. It all happened in slow motion as his gaze went from the deer to his two companions, watching wide-eyed as his speed was undeniably rivaled...
you're all here indulging your particular vices
& so I've come to indulge mine