sometimes i give myself the creeps

The coyotes form their own chorus, yipping in possibly the most obnoxious way. Tide can feel the annoyance building in his gut, perhaps louder than even the fear. Sure, they're trying to pummel him into the dirt, but did they have to be fucking obnoxious about it? Rounding on the first, the one that's trying to get the firmest hold, he can feel the teeth ripping and tearing at the skin of his scruff. Whatever, dude, doesn't matter. Doesn't matter as long as he's able to get free and shut them up.

Tide isn't alone in the fight for long. The man that's come to join him is accompanied by a flash of metal to his paws-- while he doesn't have the faculties to dwell on it, Baitboy absolutely wants a better look at that later. Though he's bloody, the stranger buys him enough space to climb back to his feet. Head low to the ground, shoulders forward, Tide is able to get a good grip on the bastard that had tried to keep him pinned. Going straight for the throat, as long as his comrade can handle the other two, Tide has this one under control.

"Tide"