Coran spun around to face the coyotes with a snarl, his hackles raised as he tried to persuade them to abandon this foolish attack. They didn't care. One leapt for his face, he swiftly lowered his posture, throwing his shoulder forward and up into the coyotes chest while his fangs latched beneath its right armpit. He bit down hard and tossed the coyote aside. At the edges of his vision he saw a small, colorful girl come darting down to assist, colliding with one of the coyotes. Coran moved to help her but in that moment a coyote leapt onto his back, fangs in his scruff and arms wrapped around his neck. Coran twisted his head, fangs latching around the coyote's arm and digging in deep. Pressure mounted until he heard a crack and the coyote released his scruff with a loud, pained squeal.
Cooperative
