damn dirty dogs

Tyrian was furious. Despite his best efforts a small pack of coyotes had managed to sneak through Fireside's defenses and take a bite out of his stupid lone sheep. It - he was now calling it Lucky - would live but she would forever have a scar on her ass as a reminder of the attack. The newly minted alpha wasn't going to take the attack laying down, though. He sent up a call to the Fireside wolves and told them that from now on all coyotes in Fireside territory were fair game. They weren't going to be sharing space with dirty thieves.

After calling for anyone willing to give him a hand he started pacing around behind the sorrowfully bleating Lucky. Tyrian could still see the trio of coyotes lurking beneath a nearby oak tree. No doubt they were waiting for him to leave so they could come back and clean up which begged the question; did he attack all on his lonesome or wait for backup?

Fuck it, he was going in for the kill.

Tyrian took off running for the coyotes. He could handle them until help arrived.