Cadaver could feel his heart pounding with adrenaline as he watched the pack of coyotes surge forward, their yips and snarls filling the air with primal energy. The smell of wet earth and musky fur filled his nostrils, adding to the intensity of the moment. His eyes locked onto Redrum, a fierce determination burning in both their gazes. With muscles coiled like tightly wound springs, Cadaver prepared to join the fray. The thrill of the hunt coursed through his veins, fueling his instincts and sharpening his senses. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he braced himself for the battle ahead, ready to defend his territory and his pack with all of his might.
With a fierce growl, one of the coyotes lunged at Redrum, its teeth bared and claws extended. But before it could reach its intended target, Cadaver appeared like a shadow, his movements swift and calculated. He intercepted the attacker, his jaws snapping shut with precision, aiming for the vulnerable flesh anywhere he could grab it as he intercepted its advance. The coyote recoiled with a yelp of pain, but before Cadaver could press his advantage, another adversary darted in from the side, its fur bristling with aggression as it aimed for his flank. Cadaver stood tall and ready to defend himself, his powerful muscles rippling beneath his dark coat as he prepared to face this new threat.
With a snarl of defiance, Cadaver twisted his body, narrowly evading the coyote's snapping jaws.
