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The girl beside him was strong, likely even able to take on the small pack on her own now that he'd seen her in action. She made quick work of the first coyote and moved onto the remaining one just before he could finish off the one he tussled with. There wasn't much left of the coyote he took on, not of it's life anyway. It had made the fatal mistake of backing away from him initially, only forcing his prey drive and desire for blood to amplify. His fangs had sunk into the throat of the lesser canine and although he was young, he was no stranger to death, to killing. With a lifting paw pressing flat into the coyotes chest, he pushed the thing away and tore out it's throat in one swift movement.

It twitched on the ground a moment as it's life faded, black and red eyes watching it with mild boredom now that his toy was spent. Muffled words from the girl brought his gaze up to meet hers and he smiled at the sight of the struggling and snapping canine. Coyote ball? He couldn't say that he had, but he loved to play games, especially the morbid ones.

"What are the rules?" he rumbled, licking the blood of his mouth and savoring the taste. All the best games had no rules, but this stranger was not a sibling or one of the Saxe brood. She seemed just as wild as he, though, just as morbid, as if she could've been a sister or not-sister. It was an entertaining thought, but after a moment he was grateful she wasn't - sisters were annoying he reminded himself as Xina crept into his thoughts.