maybe we exist to bleed

One of the first things he had done as he was getting himself settled into Elysium was take his older nephew out on a hunt so it only felt fitting to do the same for his newest nephew as soon as Manea cleared him to go out on adventures. Of course Deimos tried to keep in mind that he was still a little pup so they wouldn't go far or go after prey that was very big, but he was certain they could find something that would entertain and teach the boy something while still earning himself some uncle points with Malico and Manea. It seemed that his new niece was going to be spending some time at some point with Ikigai to learn healing so he could take on entertaining his nephew. It was amusing to him to think of him and Ikigai as aunt and uncle together, but as they prepared for their first litter that was becoming even more of a reality. A little smile lingered on his lips as they walked, his mind drifting off as he thought of his mate and similar trips that me might make with his own children when the time came. The idea of being a father was still a wild and unconceivable one to him, but here they were and he was just making an attempt at preparing for it as best he could.

As they were walking, a call for help cut through the air, immediately shaking him out of his drifting thoughts and making his aqua gaze snap toward the sound. They were still within pack territory which told him it was probably a pack member even without him catching the scents coming toward them on the cold wind. There was a split second of debate as he glanced down at his nephew, knowing Manea would likely kill him for bringing him into danger, but before he could really decide otherwise Malico was already running headfirst toward whoever it was that was calling for help. Deimos sighed and bounded forward as well, racing off to help the howling male. If they were going to do this then he was going to at least make sure he got there first to start driving off whatever attackers they found and keep Malico from getting hurt in the process.

What they found was a light tan and slate male that was surrounded by a pack of coyotes that had clearly ambushed him by the border. He knew the winter could make predators more bold and reckless, but this was even more reckless than usual. The stranger was already in the midst of slamming his shoulder into the head of one of the coyotes, knocking it back and making it stumble as it clearly got disoriented by the blow. Deimos spotted one of its compatriots trying to take advantage of the pack wolf being engaged with the other smaller canine and he quickly leapt in to put a stop to it, dodging past a third one to get to the one that was currently lunging in with its open jaws aimed at the male's shoulder. Deimos' large jaws snapped down on the back of the coyote's neck without mercy, hearing the coyote yelp and cry out before it went limp as Deimos crunched through small vertebrae and muscle. Quickly he abandoned the one and turned to face a second, snarling and growling while leaving the first in the paws of the still unnamed male.

The third one turned out to be not much of a threat at all. Apparently seeing him break the neck of its friend was enough to inspire it to turn tail and run before it ended up with the same fate. He gave a snort of laughter and was just about to turn around to check on Malico when he heard the scream of pain come from behind him. His hackles bristled and he spun around toward the noise and his gaze landed on Malico fending off the two remaining coyotes–one of which currently missing an eye. He scoffed softly and grinned. He certainly was is sister's son. It was quick work for him and the other Elysium male to focus in on these two remaining coyotes, ending them quickly and eliminating the threat without much effort. "Good job, kid," he said with a chuckle, ruffling the boy's fur on his head with his large, bear-like paw. He turned his gaze toward the other male then, giving him a nod and making sure he didn't get hurt in the fight. It seemed like they had gotten there in time before anything worse than a couple scratches happened. Well, it wasn't a hunt, but it was certainly some adventure.

WC: 790
Total: 1882 / 1500

"Deimos Medacium"