Coyotes. There wasn't anything really wrong with them until you got a bunch of them together. Then they turned into mouthy, yapping hoodlums that thought they were indestructible. Like right now, there were six of them encircling the purple and charcoal fae. Some of them, the males, had lust in their eyes. Others just wanted to rip her to shreds. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction. One of the coyotes rushed her, trying to snap at her hip. Kaino spun, teeth snapping down on its face. She came away with blood in her maw, but one of the other coyotes had taken the distraction to bite one back leg. With a snarl, Kai spun again, lunging towards the one that had bitten her. She was going to be doing a lot of spinning... "Speech"

The God was still searching for his dearest daughter. Her absence from his side was like a black hole eating away at him. His flesh. His sanity. His patience. Daughter, daughter, lamb to the slaughter! He felt the shudders of rage and longing wrack through his perfectly ivory body, muscle tensing and rippling under his thick pelt. It was enough to drive a man mad. But luckily – he was no man. It was only a matter of time before he found his quarry, and he knew he was close. No one escaped him. Not forever. Once she was found, she would experience just why she should have stayed where he left her, like a good little girl.

He was navigating the terrain with grace, seeking the north as he knew she would prefer the cold. Her birth land was in the north, and if her coat was anything like his own… she would feel the most comfortable among the perpetual frost. So he was here, like a ghost among the wintery landscape, disappearing and reappearing as he moved. His coat blending into the background perfectly.

It was becoming mundane however, his gaze bored and increasing in frustration most vile. Then, cutting through the quiet ambiance of the Sound came growls and snarls… the telltale yipping of coyotes with cornered prey. A breath left him, heavy and rough. Finally. Something to appease the wrath contained within his exquisite frame. He shot forward, seeking the chaotic sound of the coyote pack, and as he erupted into the fray of battle he did so with a winsome smile.

Launching himself at the nearest coyote he took it easily into his jaws, lifting the creature up and casting it aside, its skull cracking against a large stone. Setekh then sought the woman, so beautiful, offering her a momentary stare before aligning his body to fight back to back with her. His mind screaming at the proximity, begging him to work quickly in order to know her.

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Though she had believed that she'd be fighting this horde of coyotes alone, it was to Kaino's pleasant surprise that another showed himself. A big, snowy coated brute wasted no time in bloodying himself. That right there was the kind of man Kaino enjoyed. Not afraid to get a little dirty.

With a grin at the brute, Kai turned her attention back to the mangy mutts around them. The group did their best to encircle the pair of wolves who now stood back to back. Kai could feel the heat of the larger wolf on her haunches, they were in such close proximity. Something about that was... arousing. Sexy for sure. Perhaps... if he was of a like mind after...

Kai never got to finish the thought, however. One of the coyotes rocketed towards her while another moved towards the white brute. Kai was ready for it. The lavender and silver fae juked to the side, then dove back towards the mutt, slamming her body into it and knocking it to the ground. Teeth ripped into its neck and shoulder and the fae thrashed her head back and forth, tearing great holes in the beasts neck. Jaws released hold and the coyote, screaming, ran off into the distance. Chicken...

"Speech"

As the chaos of battle swirled around them, the ivory prince felt a surge of attraction for the woman he fought beside. Her grin did nothing but entice him further, the amorous thing that he was. Setekh felt the tips of his pelt crackle with electricity, and so too did his interest in her further spark to life. He could feel a burn running through his veins, like liquid fire as it burnt away his patience.

With a swift glance over his shoulder, the God watched as she was faced with an opponent and quickly sent it running off. He was pleased, but did not have long to appreciate her brutality. The next coyote lunged towards him, to which the man moved with a fluid grace, intercepting the attack before it could reach his flesh. The faster the kills, the faster he could come face to face with her.

His snowy fur blurred with speed as he launched himself in return at the coyote, teeth bared and muscles coiled with lethal intent. The clash was brief but intense, a flurry of snarls and snapping jaws. With a powerful swipe of his paw, the white wolf sent the coyote reeling, its cries of pain echoing through the landscape. Unlike the first coyote, that one got lucky its skull hadn’t kissed a rock too. He withheld the urge to chase it down, to bleed it dry. He couldn’t – not when there was still more to attend to.

Regrouping back to back with Kaino, Setekh dared the next to come with a snap of his jaws and a roll of his shoulders - a challenge to try and taste his ichor. Yet, amidst the chaos of battle, his chaotic thoughts kept returning to the fierce fae at his side. All of his anger and fixation on fiding his daughter was gone from his mind, muddled by his usual habits.

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