x marks the spot

He couldn’t believe his eyes, but the incessant pain at his scruff told him otherwise. He was not dreaming. Redrum erupted into thunderous growling, his body pinning one coyote down, his secondary opponent still latched onto his scuff like a damn leech. He could not afford to watch the grand show of the ivory bear fight – he still wasn’t fully sure it was helping him or saving him only to have his hide for itself!

Redrum was trying to snap out towards his shoulder, trying to grab the coyote and tear it off of himself when it suddenly lurched away. He twisted his neck again, limbs grappling with the coyote below him as he caught a glimpse of the bear again, closer – but it’s attention back to its own pests. Huh? He searched for the second coyote, seeing it regain its footing, yellow eyes back on him as it spat out a clump of red fur.  It must have swiped that coyote! His veins burned with adrenaline, eyes wide as he bit and tore at whatever he could – sending one his coyotes packing with more than a few tufts of fur missing. Then he spun, facing what might have been his mortal enemy at the moment. The boy and the coyote met in a clash of fur and fang and claws. A rolling ball of growling and the occasional yelp, before of course Redrum bit it on the ass and it high-tailed it out of there like a coward.

Now, how was that bear doing? The boy huffed and puffed, spitting out the gross taste of coyote butt from his mouth as he turned to see how his maybe savior was doing?