Funeral Derangements

"Prince of Darkness?" Fuck that, I'm the King

Dracun was doing the usual rounds when he heard a commotion coming from the empty field of occasional pine trees. Still mostly hidden from view, something he was still learning due to his brightly marked pelt but getting better at, he watched as a pack of coyote chased and snapped at a rabbit some yards away. Before he knew it, the rabbit was running right towards him. Suddenly he snapped downwards and trapped the rabbit in his jaws, then lifted his head back to look at the approaching, snarling coyotes.

He'd taken on coyotes before, but not multiple at once. He growled around the body of the rabbit but it did little to ward the pack off. He supposed he could offer them their lunch in exchange for their departure, but this pack of coyotes wasn't a bear looking for berries, this pack of mongrels was looking for meat. Dracun could share the things he didn't really like (or be made to eat), but the things he actually wanted? Hell fucking no. When they didn't disperse, he dropped the rabbit as his paws and growled again, giving them one more chance to leave before some backup showed up and made them regret choosing to stay.


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