Squall

Finally sense torn him away from the mangled coyote. By focusing all of his attention on it he was leaving himself open to attack and his kill open to stealing. Tyrian straightened and glanced around in the nick of time as a large female coyote suddenly slammed into his hind end. She sunk her fangs into his side and managed to get two solid bites before he wheeled around and chased her away. He growled angrily at her and then sprang after her, his eyes promising revenge. She wisely retreated, but wasn't quite fast enough; a yelp leaving her lips as Tyrian managed a glancing blow down her rump with his claws.

Seeing the dead 'yote at his feet and watching their comrades flee seemed to take the fight out of most of the remaining coyotes. Even though they carried on like they were going to continue the fight, the coyotes began to edge away. Occasionally one would turn and bark threateningly, maybe throw in a brave lunge if they were feeling chancy, but no matter what they continued to slip away. "That's right, you bitches! Run away!"