Battling the world

The Warlord crouched in wait, tracking the movement of his pup with care. Marshal glided on silent wings above him, and he knew without looking that Bast was stalking through the snow. Keeping Stratum in her sights. The white leopard was nearly invisible in the snow. When Stratum reached the coyotes, he tensed. The stiffness of his body rolled through him as the boy paused there. Poised, motionless. Move! he ordered silently.

And then Stratum was off. Leading the coyotes towards him. His paws hitting true, his pace a controlled lope. Price zinged through Sirius as he stood at the exact moment Stratum reached him. Startling the coyotes with his towering form as he rose above the snow. Five managed to pull on their brakes, but the one in the lead almost collided with him. Sirius took the easy kill. Lunging forward as the coyote struggled to adjust to the sudden change. Grabbing it by the neck and digging his elongated fangs deep into its throat.

He released the dead creature, and turned his attention to the other coyotes, which had fanned out in front of him. Bast lunged at one. Rising silently from the snow and giving them their second fright. Sirius used the distraction, charging at another and dispatching it as quickly as he had the first. Even as Bast killed the one she had locked onto. Three down, two to go. He would let Stratum get in a kill as he rounded on them from the back.


"Sirius Fatalis"