Sawtooth Spire Mollusus

I have no idea how many coyotes are on Iq. I think three?

They’d surprised him. He had no idea how these coyotes managed to sneak past all of their members diligently patrolling their borders, nor did he have any idea how they’d snuck up on him. He was alive. He was alert. He was paying damn close attention to anything and everything near to the den. That they’d gotten so close, sent an initial wave of failure through his mind, but he was already springing into action and was quickly triple teamed by a pack of mangy coyotes.

His teeth snatched, picking off the first adolescent as it’s bold rushing behavior left the coyote open for instinctual, aggressive teeth. This was not the first time he’d dealt with these wild dogs, but it was clear a couple of the ones on him were more eager than intentional. He lifted a paw, thwarting one off before he was allowed a few seconds to throw up his own call. Tonravik beckoned. His voice followed her own. This was serious. This was a time to test all of their dedication.

In true fashion Nanuk was hot on the scene. She barreled through the fray and was quickly joined by their newest recruit. Kanik was quick to action and snatched another away. Trusting them, Iqniq could spare not time in saving them nor anyone else until he was clear of his rather persistent assailants. Damn. That nip on the shoulder would bleed and that coyote would soon learn coyote jaws could not compare to that of a wolf.