No den??

Mortis stuck close to the adult, though he itched to chase the coyotes, it would be a great game, running them through the long grass. But if he did that, he risked losing sight of them, and if he lost them, Odette’s chickens might suffer. He would feel bad if that happened, his mother had said she liked them.

Before he could consider what to do, one of the coyote’s attacked. He jumped in surprise, and turned to Hester, but the warrior already had things under control. Seeing his chance - the other coyote was sneaking up on him, looking for an opening, Mortis decided to beat him to it. He jumped, wings flaring as he landed heavily on the coyote. It yelped in surprise, perhaps by the way Mort had kept to Hester’s shadow, it hadn’t expected him to have the confidence to attack.

His feline - like claws dug into its flesh, and well he lacked the elegance of Hester, he had a great deal of attributes. His wings came up, shielding him and blocking the coyote’s sight to freedom, his claws digging deep into its coat, and then his teeth would find its head, and grab it, tossing it to the side to make himself an opening. He would strike again, and pull out its throat. He let go of the bloody flesh, dropping his wings and getting back to his feet, looking up at Hester, blood dripping from his maw, and a grin on his face. “Oh, I think we won!”