Boredom

Ludovic’s gaze flickered back to Flare, catching the fleeting grin, but he said nothing in return. There was no need for words—the shared understanding was clear enough, wasn’t it? He squared his shoulders, mismatched eyes burning as he took stock of the approaching threats. The coyotes moved with coordinated aggression, weaving through the undergrowth with all the speed and cunning he loathed them for. Scavengers.

His hackles bristled, a fierce, almost feral gleam lighting up his eyes as the first two broke from the treeline. He could see them clearly now: lean, mangy bodies with sharp, hungry eyes. They’d chosen their marks without hesitation, and one had its sights set on him. Good. He welcomed the challenge.

Lunging forward, Ludovic didn’t wait for the coyote to close the distance. He met it halfway, jaws snapping with a vicious snarl as he barreled into the wiry creature. Teeth clashed, and the acrid scent of its breath washed over him, but Ludovic twisted, using his growing size and momentum to slam the coyote into the ground. Claws tore through fur and flesh, a brief spray of blood marking the spot as he forced it back.

“Think I’m an easy mark?” he growled, breath hot and heavy as he clamped down hard, feeling the coyote struggle beneath his grip. It yelped, thrashing wildly, but Ludovic held firm, muscles straining as he bore down. Even through the chaos, he caught a glimpse of Flare tangling with the other one, and he knew instinctively that the older wolf would make short work of his opponent.

“Guess again, motherfucker.” he snarled into the coyote’s ear, voice low and dangerous. With a violent twist, he released it, watching with a twisted satisfaction as the creature staggered, bleeding and disoriented. But he wasn’t done. Not yet. He bared his fangs, eyes flashing as he stepped forward, lunging once again at the coyote, holding fast to it’s jugular.

"Ludovic Praetor-Inferos"