i'm hearing all the alarms ring-a-ling

Davey liked to explore, and he liked to mess with his brother even more. Losing Tide around the fringes of Gambit Briar was pretty much a given, able to hide away from the boy and weave through the bramble pit with more confidence. Long limbs would do that to ya.

But it's not Tide's footsteps he hears, crashing through the undergrowth as he finds a clearing. Nope, that's certainly more than one set, bold as the day is long. Before Davey knows exactly how to process it, the coyotes melt from the shadows and surround him.

Fuck it, we ball. Davey lunges for the first of... well, the first of at least three. No telling exactly how many there were, but he'd need to at least drive them off before figuring out exactly where Tide had gone. Bringing his axe down on the first coyote, listening to it yelp and scramble, he's pretty sure he's got it under control.

"speech"