Halcyon Awaits!

The earthy musk of the forest floor mingled with the crisp autumn air as he followed the trail of a coyote pack. Just another task, another bit of blood to spill, all for the sake of betterment. The scent of the beasts hung heavy in the air, an invitation that spurred Caedes forward. With each step, he drew closer to his quarry, his instincts guiding him as he moved with grace through the underbrush. There were the sounds of bird song, of twigs snapping, the distant call of larger prey. But above all else, he focused on the faint yet distinct scent of the coyotes, leading him ever onward.

Suddenly, a shift in the wind brought a surge of fresh scent to his nares — the unmistakable odor of the coyote pack, stronger now, closer than before. Caedes paused, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he honed in on their location. Silently he crept up, watching as he took account of the number of them. Six. They were gathered around something, a fresh kill - a fawn. He’d do well to steal that when he was done with them, no?

With a low growl rumbling in his chest, Caedes surged forward, his muscles coiled powerfully before releasing the bulk of his weight and muscle into the clearing. He let himself be known, a reverberating growl erupting from his chest. The coyotes whirled to face him, their lips pulling back in defensive growls and barks as he charged the nearest one.