The witching hours

Reaper was in nearby when he heard Moloch's call along with the distant sound of coyotes. The Bloodjaw's trott quickened as he made this way towards his raven and his beloved. The sounds of the coyotes were growing as he grew closer, causing the hair on his back to stand up. A low growl emitted from his throat at the thought of the coyotes potentially hurting Mae. He could make out Mae's outline from a distance and his trot turned into a ran as he went to close the gap between them. "Mae!" He called out, watching as a coyote emerged from the shadows. He could make out the outline of the pack of coyotes behind this one. The Bloodjaw had not hesitation in charging directly for the lead coyote, his maws splayed open as he sought the scruff of the predator.