Let Loose

Damn, Ash hadn't  thought the north could get any colder and yet here he was. The frigidness in the air and the bleakness of the ashen sky was nearly impossible to escape, but here it cut to the bone. Ashmedai clicked his tongue lightly. He had wanted to find somewhere a little safer to explore with Sparrow, but it sure as hell wouldn't be here. The familiar yipping of coyotes in the distance put Ash on edge. He hated the cold, but he hates the coyotes even more. Couldn't possibly be coincidence that they were here together, could it? Maybe Ash could warm up and take down some coyotes in the same go.

He stalked for a short while and came to see a band of coyotes chomping down on the remains of... something. Ashmedai wasn't interested in the food, but as he approached, the coyotes took on the defensive. Ash didn't waste any time getting into action. So what if he was a little outnumbered? The only good coyote was a dead coyote.