Heroes of War

With Redrum’s focus on his primary adversary, he hadn’t even known about the coyote flanking him from behind until he heard the pained yelp. For a moment he was filled with concern for Cadaver, his skull snapping to check on his friend – but thankfully all he saw was a recoiling coyote. He grinned, until a pair of jaws snapped shut onto his foreleg. A consequence for his divided attention. With a snarl, the boy shot out with his own jaws, aiming to slam the coyote into the ground and off of himself in one fell swoop.

He succeeded, the coyote choking upon the impact, flailing for Redrum to release it. And he would, not before giving it a reason to get the hell out of there. The vermillion boy placed a paw onto its back, holding it in place as he readjusted his bite – taking with it a significant portion of the coyote's ear in the process. He would release the little beast then, spitting it’s fleshy cartilage out onto the ground as he barked at it to leave.

When it vanished into nearby foliage, Redrum turned to face the very pissed off fourth coyote, vengeance in its burning yellow gaze. To which he returned in equal measure.