Blood Drive

Valentine watched dispassionately as Pyralis choked out the coyote. The little beast flailed around, its wide eyes rolling as it fought to be free, and then it was gone. He had just enough time to wonder if the woman was going to kill it before she pounced on its limp body as though there was  chance it might jump up again. So not dead. Interesting. The old king's hatred of coyotes ran deep enough that if in Pyralis' place he most certainly would have killed the little pest.

His ears pricked at the mention of the word "fun". "Oh?" That sounded promising when paired with a downed coyote and a den full of mewling babes. He didn't know what kind of game this woman intended to play, but it was already shaping up to be interesting.

In a single breath the woman gave him a compliment and an invitation to play so of course Valentine was a bit smitten. "Coyote ball! With a name like that, how could I possibly refuse?" He slipped closer eying the pinned coyote all the while. "So how does one play this game, hm?"