Bearclaw Valley what's fine

mercenary spree

Cole moved steadily along the snow-dusted border, his golden eyes scanning the terrain with practiced ease. His ears flicked toward the faint crunch of snow behind him, @Tvar’s heavier steps a steady presence at his side.

Quiet today, Cole murmured, the faint rasp of his voice breaking the silence. His breath fogged in the crisp morning air as he paused briefly, nose twitching to catch any unfamiliar scents on the wind.

The quiet wasn’t unwelcome, but it always kept him on edge. Borders were no place for complacency. With a glance toward Tvar, Cole resumed his pace, his tail flicking behind him as they pressed on.

tvar followed alongside cole, snow crunching audibly beneath his weight. his sharp hazel eyes swept the treeline, routine procedure that was nothing more than a boring drill. yet he spared no expense as to skip it.

“aye.” he mumbles, nods, in agreeance. his gaze shifted briefly to cole before returning to the path ahead. he knew better than to let his guard down along the borders. quiet could mean calm, or it could mean a pack of rabid rogues waiting for the right moment.

he sniffed the air, noting nothing out of place, before falling back into his steady rhythm. his breath rose in faint clouds, the cold air sharp against his lungs.

Cole’s nose twitched as a faint scent wafted toward him on the cold air, cutting through the dull monotony of their patrol. He paused mid-step, lifting his head to inhale deeper, ears angling toward the source.

Hol' up, he murmured, his voice low but firm as his golden gaze turned sharply toward the treeline. The scent was faint but unfamiliar, carrying with it the musk of something—or someone—that didn’t belong.

He cast a glance at Tvar, the faintest flicker of tension crossing his features. Smell that? he asked, his tone tinged with quiet caution. Without waiting for a response, Cole veered slightly off their path, his steps deliberate as he moved closer to investigate. Whatever it was, it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

could be an npc coyote or sum

tvar halted.

sharp hazel eyes narrow slightly and he turns his head toward the treeline. the faint breeze carried the scent now, tugging at his nose—a musk, unfamiliar and out of place. his posture straightened instinctively, muscles coiling.

"aye," he muttered in blunt response, voice a tense timbre. his gaze flickers toward cole briefly, catching the tension in the other wolf’s frame. it wasn’t often something put cole on edge, and that alone was enough to sharpen tvar’s focus.

“doesn’t belong,” he remarked quietly, though more to himself than to cole.

tvar’s sharp gaze scanned the area, his breaths slow, visible as they skirt up into the air and swirl in rivs. then came a yip on the wind. immediately, he tenses, each muscle coming to light within his stoic body. he could see their shapes now, moving just beyond the trees—sleek, wiry forms darting through the trees.

a pack of them.

a low rumble built in his throat—a warning, meant to carry across the clearing.

Cole’s ears twitched, his dark eyes narrowing as the scent hit his nose. It was faint but unmistakable, a mix of musk and wild desperation that only coyotes seemed to carry. His tail stiffened behind him, and he shifted his weight forward, muscles coiling beneath his thick pelt.

Coyotes, he muttered, his voice low and steady, more a statement than a question.

The yip on the wind confirmed it, followed by the faint sound of movement through the underbrush. His head tilted toward Tvar, catching the other wolf’s readiness, the same tense focus that now coursed through his own frame.

Cole sniffed the air again, pinpointing their numbers—too many for comfort, but not enough to spark outright fear. Still, coyotes weren’t known for their boldness unless desperate.

Best not let ’em think they’ve got a shot here, he said, his tone calm but firm. His gaze swept toward the approaching shadows, and with a low rumble building in his chest, he took a step forward, positioning himself beside Tvar, ready for whatever came next.

they swarmed.

their sharp teeth bared and their yips transforming into snarls as they snapped at the legs of the two brutes. the pack circling like vultures waiting for an opening. one darted in, aiming for cole’s flank, while another lunged toward tvar, jaws snapping with wild desperation.

more poured in from the shadows, their numbers overwhelming even as their individual attacks were erratic.

eyes locked onto the closest of the wiry scavengers, and with a powerful surge forward, his jaws snapped around its scruff.

a growl tore from his chest as he shook the coyote violently, its limbs flailing helplessly before he hurled it into another approaching figure.

Teeth bared, snarls replaced their yips as they darted and circled. One lunged for Cole’s flank, another snapped at Tvar.

Cole’s eyes locked on the nearest scavenger. With a surge, his jaws clamped around its scruff. A deep growl rumbled as he shook it violently, hurling the limp body into another.

Another coyote leapt for him, but he spun, jaws crushing its shoulder. Pinning it to the snow, he ended it swiftly. Blood stained the white beneath him as he glanced at Tvar, ensuring his packmate held strong, before turning to face the next.

a sharp snap of his jaws caught one coyote mid-lunge, its yelp cut short as he clamped down on its scruff. he twisted sharply, using his weight to cast it a few feet away. it was back on its feet within seconds, though skirting off, yipping fearfully as it went.

a limp upon its back leg. twisted, mangled. broken.

another coyote darted toward his flank, jaws snapping for his hind leg. tvar spun, his paw striking out with force, sending the scavenger stumbling back with a sharp whine. his growl resonated low and deep, a sound that echoed through the clearing as he advanced on the next threat.

tvar turned back to the fray, his focus unwavering as he lunged at another coyote, aiming to crush its momentum and drive it back into the shadows where it belonged.