The soldier part

Hermit's Cove... should be serene. Should be quiet. How Björn wishes they'd all just be quiet. The silty ground beneath is paws is shifting, fighting against him. The rot prince struggles to maintain his balance, but fuck it, what's life without a little challenge?

Throwing the first crumbling coyote and watching it rag doll in the sand, Björn turns to the child. Watching another beast try to take the boy by the bristles, and recoil in confusion. Seeing an opening, Björn grabs it by the scruff in turn. Slamming it down, allowing the pressure to build up in his skull.

The torrent of blood that follows from Björn's face is particularly gruesome, but at least he's choosing to bleed. A horrifying sight, but wildly effective, the coyote beneath him confused as it's coated with blood it hadn't spilled. Taking swift control of the creature, he rips into it with savage grace. Snarling, gnashing his teeth, and turning the fucker into a fun red mist. Yeah, this would do fine.

"Björn"