Little brats

A pack of coyotes emerged from the shadows, their amber eyes glowing with hunger and feral cunning. Strange how they weren't in the deserts or the plains. The coyotes' lean bodies moved with fluid grace as they assessed their prey, idiocy led them to believe it was a lone wolf that walked their territory, ripe for the taking.

Bracing himself, Caedes stood firm, his rage evident despite the calculative spark in his eyes. With a collective snarl, the coyotes surged forward, their coordinated attack sending shivers down Caedes' spine. Yet he refused to succumb to panic, meeting their advances with graceful movements, sidestepping their snapping jaws and slashing claws.