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Mortis was holding his own, though his bird was a vital piece of the fight that kept the huge pup from being ambushed as he remembered his charge.

Cairo snapped his teeth at his own impertinent opponent as he saw Mort was fine, and the coyote hung back for a second before deciding, foolishly, to commit to a pounce. Cairo ducked his head and snapped for the coyote’s foreleg, wrenching his head to one side as he caught it then throwing his weight slightly from his half-risen position, thankfully rested on his good leg, sending the yelping coyote tumbling and buying time to assess his surroundings again before the coyote could stand again on three legs, one visibly broken.

Cairo smirked slightly, remarking in his head that at least he wasn’t alone in the broken leg wagon. A furtive movement caught his eye, another ‘yote hanging back as his friends fought, considering whether to dive at the hog for an opportunistic theft and dash.

The coyote he’d mangled bolted, having had enough of wolves, and never mind the pork supper. The furtive one edged closer, eyeing Cairo speculatively and more cautiously.

But Cai's eyes spotted yet another form seeking to dart in on Mort from behind as he finished his coyote and barked out a warning of, "Behind you!" as his own made a testing dart for him, sensing its brother's move.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think