In the spaces between the truth

*Lament* · (This post was last modified: 04-30-2019, 02:51 PM by Lament.)

He released the body of the second dead coyote. They were growing a healthy fear of him now, and lingered at the outskirts, reluctant to leave, reluctant to engage. Ballad found one with less reservations, and he watched as her first strike missed. He turned quickly to hiss at one that thought to catch him unawares, and it leapt back, afraid.

He turned back to the battle to see his sister caught, with the coyote hanging on by the scruff of her neck. She was putting in a remarkable effort to shake her limpet, but it must have known to release would be death, and showed great tenacity in hanging on.

The warrior waited until Ballad was angled just right, and then he leaped, landing hard on its hind leg and Lament would make a planned fall across its back, where his teeth could graze against his eye. “Release her or die.” he said simply, his voice remarkably controlled despite a few ragged breaths from the quick exercise.

The creature released her, and he was honour bound not to strike, instead he released his weight from its body and it slunk away to join his comrades. They waited until he joined them, before letting lose their yippy cries and tearing away.

He looked after them for only a moment longer before he turned to the injured fox. It cowered and whimpered, and he could see now that its leg was completely mangled. It had injuries on numerous places on its body, and looked as though it was in a great deal of pain.

“I’m sorry, little sister” he said gently as he approached. He kept his body down, trying to look non threatening as he got close enough to sniff its worn body. “She won’t make it.” he informed Ballad, his voice soft and sad. his paw twitched silently beneath him. Regret, sadness

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