lemme know I'm still alive

There were just too many coyotes in these parts and Levi couldn't stand it. Every time he chased one off, three more took its place till he was hurrying along, hot on the heels of a gaggle of coyotes lingering nearby. If they weren't smart enough to leave on their own then he'd make them, rip and tear till they had no choice but to fight or die. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew this wasn't a job he should take up alone, but who cared? He could look out for himself just fine, nothing bad had happened yet and he was convinced nothing ever would.

The coyotes kept on running, keeping out of the Fatalis' reach till they skidded to a stop, sandwiched between two wolves on either side. And then it was on. Levi noticed the lone pup, she could help if she wanted. He wouldn't ask or complain.

With a snarl rumbling in the pit of his throat he leapt forward and made a grab for the closest coyote, sabres slashing as they chomped down on the loose skin at the side of one's throat. It struggled in his hold, complaining and chittering to its fellow coyotes. They had the numbers but Levi had skill and stubbornness, whatever the girl had would probably help, a little.