Ezra patrolled around the perimeter of the fence that surrounded the alpacas' pen with a sigh. It was a warm, sunny day and protecting the stinky animals was probably the last thing he wanted to be doing, but he knew he had to. He had gotten good at spotting any little issues with the fence and mending them up without too much effort after a couple of seasons of being tasked with keeping the alpacas safe There had been some coyotes lurking around lately so he had to do more patrols than he usually would to look for them and hopefully discourage them from trying anything.

Apparently his plan either hadn't worked or they had gotten brave because as he rounded a corner of the fence he spotted a pack of coyotes emerging from a nearby tree line, the group of them making a beeline for the fence. He snarled and charged for them, growling and barking to hopefully just scare them off without a fight, but it seemed like they were just determined to fight today. He didn't know what made coyotes so interested in the alpacas when he knew Auster wasn't exactly desperate for prey animals, but they were just determined to get to them and cause him problems.

He clashed with the first coyote that he reached, knocking it to the ground and pinning it down with a paw to its neck. But before he could really get an attack in on the damn thing two more of them appeared and jumped on him, biting at his shoulders and scruff as he tried to knock them away, forcing him to let the first one go in the process. Gods, he hated these things!

Ezra Adravendi

Eska had met all of Ulric's children, save one. The brindled fae searched for the boy and found his scent. She followed that scent in the hopes that it would lead her right to the young man. Eska moved on the outside of the alpaca fence, trailing Ezra. It was a good thing that she'd been seeking him out, too. Sounds of a commotion up ahead met the fae's obsidian ears and she rushed on, silvered paws barely touching earth as she flew onward. Golden eyes noted the coyotes converging on what was obviously Ulric's son. The similarities weren't able to be ignored. Eska inserted herself right into the middle of the fray, teeth sinking into the spine of one coyote that had latched onto the boy. The thick neck muscles of an avid hunter flexed and tightened as she snapped her neck to the side, jerking the smaller canid right off of Ezra. Eska released it and the coyote went flying, bouncing hard off of the ground before it stopped. Tucking its tail, the coyote ran. One down. More to go. A quick scan showed that there were four remaining. Together, Eska and Ezra could take them, no problem. "Eska"

Ezra grabbed one of the coyote by the neck, not caring what damage his teeth did to the dumb creature. It didn't seem to matter how many times they chased them off they always seemed to come back and now they were just dog piling on him. He didn't really care about the bites and stuff they were giving him, he could take those, but he was fed up with the little canines and having to fight them all the time. He gave the one he had grabbed a good, hard couple of shakes before he tossed it back toward the trees, watching it hit the ground several feet away before turning his attention to the other coyote that had piled on him - only to watch it disappear from his shoulder and be dragged away by the silver marked woman he had seen around the pack recently.

He blinked with surprise, but he only took a second to watch the woman as she threw the coyote away from them before he refocused his attention on the handful of coyotes remaining in front of them. He could have handled them on his own if he had to, but he was certainly glad to have the help. This would go a lot faster with someone else to help him fight the stupid things. One headstrong coyote took a leap at him, snapping at his foreleg. Ezra caught it by the back of its neck right behind its skull before it could touch him though and he stepped toward the trees, tasting the metallic tang of blood in his mouth, before giving a hard swing of his head to toss the smaller canine away from him and sending it flying away past a pair of remaining coyotes.

Ezra Adravendi

A guttural growl pulled from the brindled fae as she kept one eye on the boy and the other on the intruders. Her teeth sank into the face of one smaller canines and it screamed in pain, pulling away and doing more damage than she'd planned. It turned, squealing, and ran off past the coyote that Ezra had sent flying. Hackles raised and pelt bristled, Eska stalked forward to meet the pair of coyotes that were still standing. A few leaps forward and the silvered dame slammed her chest into one of the canines. The coyote rolled, but was quick to get back on its paws. Being smaller than Eska, it was quicker. darting around her, the coyote sank its teeth into her right thigh. Spinning to try and get a bite in, Eska pulled the coyote off of its paws and it quickly lost its grip. It was then that she saw yet another of the beasts coming up behind the dire boy. "Behind you!" She snarled, slamming her forehead into the nose of the coyote that bit her. "Eska"

Ezra watched the stunned coyote he had thrown toward the trees stagger back to its paws and start running away from the pair of wolves, freeing him up to focus on the last stupid coyotes that didn't seem to get the message. His ears perked at Eska's warning and he bristled as he quickly turned to face the canine that was running toward him. It was a lot smaller and faster than he was though to he wasn't able to face it in time to keep it from getting to him and grimaced as it jumped up to bite into his upper thigh near where it connected with his side. With a low growl he reached and sank his teeth into the pest's neck, his much larger jaws wrapping around from the edge of its throat around the back of its neck.

He bit down hard, forcing it to let go of the hold it had on his thigh, hearing it screech in pain, but that was cut off as he bit down harder on his neck. Picking up the little, troublesome canine he gave it the same treatment as its friend and tossed it away, except the movement against his unusual teeth did more damage to the coyote's throat than he meant to and when it hit the ground it didn't get up right away, bleeding heavily which made him think he probably hit some sort of major vein of some kind. That seemed to finally get the message through to the other coyotes at least and they ran off, leaving behind their fallen companion and disappearing into the trees.

With a flick of his ears he walked over to the coyote he had thrown that was still struggling and trying to get up, but every time it tried to get to its paws it would fall back down and the choked gurgling sounds it made kept getting worse. Ezra didn't want to kill it, but he knew it was just going to suffer otherwise and that felt worse. He caught it by the neck again, but this time he gave it a hard twist like he might have a prey animal to kill it, feeling the vertebrae snap before the coyote go limp.

Ezra Adravendi

Blood flowed from the nose of the coyote that had bitten her and it fled just like the rest. Ezra turned to ward off the beast that sank its teeth into his thigh and when he did so, he bit a little too deeply. Once the rest of the coyotes were vanquished, Eska ran a short ways after them, making sure that they were indeed gone. There wasn't hide nor hair of them now. The idea struck that they needed some sort of herd protection. Perhaps she would employ a dog or two. With the alpacas, predators were drawn to this place. Eska came back to Ezra's side just as he was dispatching the grievously injured coyote. The woman nodded. "Well done." Despite their intrusion onto Hallowed lands, no creature was meant to suffer. The boy had done right in Eska's eyes. Coming up close, she inspected the boy's wounded thigh. It wasn't terribly deep and there would likely be no lasting damage. She then inspected her own wounded thigh and exhaled in amusement. "It looks as though we'll have matching scars." Drawing back, she gave the dire boy a nod. "I'm Eska, and you're Ezra." One silvered brow lifted in amusement. "I'm a friend of your fathers." She wondered how this child of Ulric would take those words. "Eska"