More to come

Sadly for Sirius, the coyotes were less inclined to get anywhere near the large wolf. After crushing one beneath his towering form, and slicing its throat with his fangs to ensure its death, it was difficult to catch another. They moved quick and nimble, on the defensive more than the offensive.

He heard the sounds of Naiche taking on a few opponents of his own, but otherwise the Warlord kept an eye on the abandoned food and Naiche’s flank. As the last coyote limped away with all speed, the Warlord approached his wolf, clapping him on the shoulder with a paw. “You did well Naiche, I think you got in more shots then I did. Nimble buggers. Let's take this kill back and dump it in the kill pile. Leaving it here will just tempt them to return.” If he wanted to catch more next time, he would have to position his companions in their exit points to ward them off. The heavy-set Warlord didn’t have the same speed to hunt them through trees. In an open field and time to gain speed, he could catch them. He just needed a few extra moments to get up to speed.