Coyotes were a pain in the ass. There were tons of them all over the continent and they tended to get rather froggy. Ballsy, if you will. Big groups meant big confidence. Well... Big wolves meant big uh...holes in the throat?

Quill and Deimos burst into the clearing just outside of the coyotes den. The smaller canines made a beeline for them, snapping and snarling. No big deal. Quill leaped towards the nearest one, jaws wide. As he snapped it up, another bit into his hip. The brute spun, smacking one coyote with the other before releasing the bitten one from his grasp. It limped away, but there were many more where that came from.

"Speech"

While he was out with Quill hunting down tigers the day before they had caught the scent of multiple coyotes in the area and since the younger man had been all too willing to continue helping him out with the local nuisances he decided to bring the Klein man out with him again. They tracked the scent down to the clearing where it seemed that they had chosen to den and after a moment of watching and counting how many they would be dealing with Quill burst into the clearing with Deimos right at his heels.

Of course coyotes thought that they had numbers on their side so they confidently went charging back at them in return, but they were going to be sorely mistaken if they thought they could best two dire wolves. Two of the smaller canines went for Quill and Deimos set his attention on a third, lunging for the coyote's neck. They were so drastically smaller than himself that with an extra bit of force he felt his canines crunch straight through one of the coyote's vertebrae and it went limp in his grip. No sooner than he had dropped the one another started biting at the ankle on his back, right leg and he snarled as he spun around toward his second opponent.

"Deimos Mendacium"

The bitey little shits were... bitey. One sank its pin-like teeth into Quill's heel and another snapped at the tip of his tail. The big wolf spun, growling gutturally which effectively scared the shit out of his two attackers. Golden eyes went wide and the pair of coyotes fled, tails between their legs. This was a whole horde though, so Quill wasn't surprised when more came out of the den.

A big male ran straight at him and Quill was surprised at the ferocity. Still, coyotes were small. The brute lifted one paw and slapped the charging coyote right upside the head. It shook the lesser canines marbles and Quill could hear its teeth snap together. He couldn't help but laugh. Dumb dog.

"Speech"

He spun around quickly enough to catch the smaller canine before it could get away as it tried to bite at his back legs, grabbing it by the scruff and pulling yelps from it as he easily tossed the coyote across the clearing. The coyote scrambled to its paws and ran off into the brush, but there was quickly two more to take its place. He hooked one of them with his thick claws, the curved, bear-like claws grabbing ahold of its shoulder and digging in deep to make sure it couldn't get away. He tossed the coyote into the other like a bowling ball into a pin, toppling them both over and sending them running. The one he had grabbed had a heavy limp now–hopefully a reminder to scram and not come back. There was really no telling with coyotes though. So many of them were so dumb that they thought they could get away with anything and there was so many of them that sometimes they could. Not today, though.

"Deimos Mendacium"

A coyote came flying past Quill's head and he looked over his shoulder towards Deimos with a very 'wtf' expression on his face. He couldn't wait for an answer though as two coyotes slammed into him at the same time. Little bastards.

Quill spun, jaws locking around the spine of one of the lesser canines. He spun again, using one coyote as a weapon to bap the other off of its feet. The marbled brute then flung the dog in his mouth as though bowling, sending the slobber covered coyote into a trio of bystanders. With yips and yelps they all turned and ran. Quill immediately pissed into the mouth of their den, claiming it as his.

Quill Quilin Klein

With Quill knocking out the last couple of coyotes brave enough to face them, the rest went running and disappeared into the thicket with a panicked scramble. The sound of some kind of liquid hitting the ground made him glance over at Quill with a raised brow and a little snort of laughter escaped him when he saw the man claiming the den. What better message to say get the fuck out and not come back? "Well done, as always," he said with a chuckle. "If you're not careful I might try to get you to stay." Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that Quill had been clear that he had no interest in staying permanently he would have snatched him up in a heartbeat. They could always use strong fighters. Ah well, there was nothing that could be done about it so he just gave Quill a nod and started leading the way back toward Elysium now that another annoying pest had been taken care of.

"Deimos Mendacium"