Silver Moraine BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

There was a call on the wind – one that seemed to turn the attention of the slender coywolf male. His tongue lolled from his mouth and his sharp eyes were cast in the direction of the summons. The dark female’s voice had become familiar to him. Still, the lithe creature paused in his trek. Were it not for the interest that struck him, he would have found reason to turn away from the call. Instead, the lean legs of the wolf allowed for Gluskap to spring himself on the location. Instantly, his dark lips curled in delight at the utter chaos that was taking place around a crippled moose calf. Two strangers and a flock of Dragons.
 
The coywolf darted forward, his head low, and managed to catch sight of the other wolves who were attempting to call for assistance. To keep them off of the prey animal was the only goal. His wicked yellow eyes locked on the shape of @Zaavier and he lunged in an attempt to latch his fangs on anything he could grasp. The hunger in his gut fueled his fury.