What A Day

As the girl sprang into action, Caedes only inwardly acknowledged her. He hadn't asked for her help, and he certainly didn't need it. But there she was, meddling in his affairs. It wasn’t particularly bothersome, so he gave it no more thought than necessary.

With a snarl, Caedes focused his attention back on the pack of coyotes, his emerald eyes narrowing with disdain. They were nothing more than pests, scavengers looking for an easy meal. But Caedes was no easy prey, and he had no intention of letting them get the better of him. Caedes lunged at the next nearest coyote(the pest at his side), his teeth snapping, moving with ruthless efficiency, striking out at the coyote with deadly precision. He flung it away, hearing a yelp as it collided with a tree and scrabbled at the ground with its fores, the hind legs unmoving and limp.

Caedes couldn't deny that the girl’s interference had provided him with an opportunity. While she distracted the coyotes, he could focus on dispatching the rest of the pack that had targeted him with minimal effort. With a savage snarl, Caedes launched himself again, his jaws closing around a throat with a sickening crunch. The coyote let out a strangled yelp before falling limp at his feet, its blood staining the forest floor.