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"

coded by NachoMumma

Nova walked around the southern regions of boreas, after being her whole life in Auster she wanted to explore Boreas. Lands yet to be explored for the large female, and here she was. Away from all she had known, with only her own shadow and her cat companion to follow her every step. Her large frame navigating through the thorns and patches of plants, being careful with the thorns which seemed sharp enough to cause slashes. Then the smell of flesh blood caught her attention and quietly she followed the scent finding a pup being harrassed by coyotes, one already down. She should mind her own business but only a jerk would not help a pup, even of they were from an enemy pack(she has yet to find out). Quickly as she wore her santa coat, rushed to help the pup out.

""  

code by Cloudy - manip by Alo

Was he being harassed, or doing the harassing? Davey is really already enjoying himself, grip tight on his flail. Learning how to wield it the most effectively... even if it's not the most efficient. Frankly, the boy is wild. Unhinged, at best. At worst? Maybe a little disorganized. Maybe a lot disorganized. The yelp and yap of the coyotes hasn't subsided, not yet.

He's not alone for long. Someone else had arrived, and Davey needed to be a little more careful with that axe. Still swinging, he rounds on the coyote that's attempting to flank him. Catching sight of the large girl in his periphery, though he doesn't allow his attention to drift. One coyote down, and the next in his sights, he charges it. Let him get some practice in close quarters with it, yeah?

"speech"

coded by NachoMumma

Nova was now fully into the task at hand, all she wanted now was making these lesser canids regret attacking this pup who was finely standing his ground. Yet she wanted to at least offer her support, she knew it was not right to leave a pup on its own against a pack of coyotes who even for some adults were hard to dispatch. Quickly she grabs one of the coyotes and her jaws snapped around it's scruff and trashing around she wounded the creature severely until it ran away. But she wasn't done yet. Two more coyotes ran to her and she lounged at them to fight them off.

""  

code by Cloudy - manip by Alo

Davey's grip on his axe slips, the blade wedging in the skull of the last coyote trying to fuck his day up. That's alright, he'd retrieve it later. Panting from the effort, muscles straining, the boy is pushing himself well and truly now. This is the home stretch, as he wraps his teeth around the rear of a coyote staring down his temporary companion.

Snap. Crunch. Reaching out with his claws to get a better grip, Davey climbs over the beast. Taking it down slowly-- figuring out just how dulled his capabilities were, now that he's lost control of his weapon. A valuable lesson for the boy, though he'd still come out victorious.

"speech"

coded by NachoMumma