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something called to her, as she rose up from her slumber. it wasn't a nightmare or anything like that. no, this feeling was coming within the pit of her stomach. ears twist upon her cranium as she made her way towards the god's garden. although the cold began to give her body chills, and the winds were bitter she had to press on. something was happening, and honestly she didn't know what was. twisted back harks blocking out any sounds around her, that is until that of yips from coyotes caught her attention. tearing her away from her task at hand... well in fact her paw. her eyes scanning to see the location the yips and hollers were echoing from. maybe they were just hunting, but mae didn't want to take any risks. would they come for her, or would she allow them to get the best of her? or perhaps she would get the best of them. hackles risen along her ebony spine as her skull lowered. moloch flew over head, her ears flipping forward as listening to his caw, his call that reaper would know all to well. it seemed there was a small group, maybe four at the most. something was causing mae to become guarded.

"Speech!"

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.