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The stranger needed no more prompting, racing forward at his direction. The warlord grinned, an adrenaline filled moment of joy as he worked together with a wolf he had never met before in his life. In that moment, they were comrades.

He had no more time to consider her as he met the coyote, it veered to the side in an attempt to get around the larger wolf, and Marshal dipped downwards, gliding beside its racing form, and letting loose a shrill cry. The coyote jumped in surprise, banking, and found itself in Sirius’s jaws.

The Warlord didn’t let the moment go to waste. He lashed out with his fangs, digging into its back leg as its jump of surprise took it just within his range. Fangs digging in hard enough to hit bone, he yanked with the force of his momentum, throwing the creature in front of him. He was about to go for its neck, when Marshal cried a warning. Sirius turned just in time to meet the swipe of the coyote on his forehead instead of his neck. He grunted in surprise, shoving the weight of his front legs on its body, collapsing it, and pulling its teeth free of his skin. He blinked blood from his eyes, as he dealt the killing blow.

The one he had maimed and tossed first was already limping away from him, and the one Bast engaged lay dead at her paws. He turned now to lotus to see how she had fared, thinking the last of the coyotes were sure to run now.