Big Meanie Head

The pup had hoped to scare it from the very young wolf with his surprise appearance. It seemed he would not be so lucky, as the coyote now zeroed in on him, and doved. The pup tried on his best Warlord-growl, letting it vibrate through his chest, as he took the dive head on. The two collided, and despite being a pup, Mortis was bigger than the creature.

It changed direction last second, and slid past him. Mort tried to grab at it, but it was smaller than he was. Its new path was taking it towards the pup. Perhaps it hoped to take the easier prey, or use the pup to stop Mort’s attack. He didn’t know, but he wasn't going to let the little guy get hurt.

Wings flaring on either side of him like large, dark waves, the boy jumped after the coyote. “Roll to the side!” he yelled to the boy, hoping he could get out of the way of the coyote.