el tigre

His eyes were taken off of Mortis but not his ears. He heard the boys snarl as he himself lunged forward, but it had done little to scare them off. Instead, the pack was widening it's arc around them to circle them and confuse the wolves. Magnus wasn't having any of it and lunged towards the closest coyote, grabbing it by it's scruff and easily lifting it off the ground. In an attempt to toss the creature, he swung his head to the side before tossing the coyote at another and sending them both rolling across the ground. The coyote he'd grabbed had managed to take a chunk of his neck fur with it, but he hardly felt the sting of plucked fur at the moment.

He kept himself positioned as best he could between the carcass and coyotes, but they were far outnumbered to keep his eyes on everything. He trusted Mortis to battle coyotes as they were much smaller than even himself, but worried a bit about their numbers. He glanced towards the child, only to be torn away when another coyote lunged between him and the carcass. Turning, he snapped for it's legs, but sent it running off a few places instead, eager to start the advance again.