el tigre

Taking his cues from the older wolf, Mortis glanced over at him as he began to growl. After a moment, Mortis picked up the warning. Letting it ripple out from his fangs with the same level of menace. The winged boy got to his feet, spreading feathered appendages over their kill to shield it from coyote-eyes. If this intimidated them, they didn’t show it. Or, perhaps they were simply too distracted. Mags was charging forward them, crashing into the midst of them with warning growls.

Mortis abandoned his sentry by the tiger meat, and moved closer to Mags, the coyote’s hadn’t given up. If anything, they were extending their circle, spreading outwards. Perhaps hoping to cut one of the wolves off? Mortis didn’t wait to find out. He lunged forward, picking out one of the coyotes, and initiating his attack.