Sawtooth Spire Mollusus

No further harm came to Iqniq as the Gamma threw the coyote away. Like trash. Facing the stupefied beast with an ostentation of teeth, Tatsuya met him head on, forcing him onto his side with one gargantuan paw. The coyote bayed, teeth trying to find purchase upon that same leg. Tatsuya gave him no quarter, taking advantage of the coyote's lack of defenses by grasping his throat with a viper-like quickness. Fangs perforated, grabbing hold of it's throat. Drawing back, he ripped the coyote's larynx clear out. Blood spewed from the gaping wound, pulsing, spurting to the beat of the dying canine's hammering heart. Tatsuya looked down in pathologic fascination; entranced as it's life ebbed away entirely seconds later.
INDENTNanuk's words roused him from his stupor, mutilated gore hanging limply from his jowls. Tyrannus' dazzling white fur was varnished a bright shade of crimson. Blood was accumulating quickly beneath his prone form. Iqniq hovered over him protectively, trying to stop the flow of blood. From where he was standing, Tatsuya could only assume it was a grievous neck wound. Five seconds later and the puddle grew larger even with Iqniq's help. How the fuck – did he fucking expose his neck and say “here, have at it?!” It never occurred to him that Tyrannus might not be well-versed in the ways of battle, yet even lesser critters were mindful of such vital areas.
INDENTThe Gamma rushed to the obscure coyote's location in latent delirium, blood and saliva flowing freely from his slaughterous mouth. You're next, he thought with brainsick glee. As unusual as the coyotes' assault was, they would pay with their lives. Every single last one of them.