Sawtooth Spire Mollusus

The wolves of the Spire are still fresh in comparison to the predators that have lived here long before them. From the side they have watched, knowing they were little match against a pack. Even still, the prospect of young, vulnerable Cubs was too good to resist. In the dead of night, a relatively large familial unit of coyotes launch their attack on the whelping dead. They are a band of seven, with four adults and three seasoned adolescents.  

Impromptu packtivity! Will post back in 2 days, or else as soon as everyone responds. Puppies need not participate and may be skipped if they do. @Iqniq is already on the scene! @Nanuk @Echelon @Tatsuya @Wicked babies can naturally join in here!

 

It was only a matter of time. 

Those that had dwelt here before them knew the lay of the land and what they were up against enough to keep out of sight and thus remained alive–until now. From the shadows they observed. The minute the lead bitch gave birth, they had known it. But there was no other scent to betray it, and had only known due to being former residents. Still they kept out of the way and hidden. 

But now was the time to strike. The Cubs were still deaf and thus could not panic or grow excited over what they could not hear. They knew where the father lay himself. Two of the three adolescents were tasked to him. 

And the rest of the family watched as they prowled forward, blending well against rock. 

One was stupid. Eager to please. Surely the wildcard. And that very one burst forward, perhaps making it only to the mouth of the den due to the element of surprise they had once had. It was meant to be a quiet mission... But it was no matter. They still kept hidden–

And although her babes were deaf, she was not. Tonravik dozed but roused upon hearing something. The light pitter-patter of footfalls too light to be a wolf. The mother bristled and snarled, adjusting her position so she no longer lay prone but crouched. 

Tonravik knew her mate was outside to take care of this one. She would not leave her cubs, and hovered over them. The moonlight bled through the mouth of the den, and she sniffed for the telltale sign of real blood. Listened for the sound of bones splintering between jaws. 

In the meantime, already she howled for the pack–where one idiot was, another often followed. This was the hour she was most awake during, but her own clock was thrown off and on the schedule of her babes now, who were snoozing but seconds ago. If one ever moved, she was sure to push them back into place beneath her.

And as she howled, all but one fearful coyote broke free from hiding, two running for the red one as the others ran toward the den. One adult hung back, hidden enough to keep out of sight in the chaos... And there she stayed. 

Present situation is–all are alive currently. One is RIGHT before the mouth of the den. The other is closer to Iqniq, but only moves for him when the other two do. Said other two are only a bit further off. The two young adolescents in the beginning have made it to the “goalie box” – the rest are closing in! This is meant to be fast-paced. Any questions, ask away! I will be playing NPC's.