And on that misty morning

At his go ahead, Sedna sprung forward like a loaded weapon. Displaying her grace and cunning as she charged the line, plowing through the first threat, and moving on to the next. He carefully balanced keeping an eye on her, and taking on his own battles. Picking a coyote, and trampling it, to the sound of snapping bones and pained yipes. The Warlord's size and mass ensured that capturing any coyotes before his grasp was a death sentence.

The pained yelps surrounding Sedna assured him that she was coming out ahead. He grabbed for the next, which attempted to dart past him. His blow did not grab it, but it knocked it off balance. He surged forward before it could find its feet, his elongated fangs piercing its flesh, maiming the creature. His next blow put it out of its misery. The carnage of the corpses littered the earth around him, as he turned to look at Sedna and see how she faired.