Moonspear don't you wish to purge your fears

The scent of blood soiled Charon's nostrils while he patrolled the lower slopes of the mountain. Head perked up, his hackles raised in instinct as he started to make his way there, albeit cautiously. His ears were cupped forward in an alert notion and he trotted on towards the scent with short, perky steps that showed that he was nervous. His tail twitched nervously as a screech filled the air around him and he stood still, fully alert now. He was pretty sure that the screech had been from a canine. The young Alpha came into motion again, though it was clear from his gait that he wasn't overly enthusiastic to check it out; but he reigned here, and so he needed to show his strong side and check it out.

As the scent of blood mixed with Ame's, Charon quickened his pace, his body still stiff, veins filled with adrenaline, carrying himself with full-blown dominance in case he'd run into a stranger. Just as Charon scaled around a corner, he ran straight in the jaws of a coyote. Startled by the smaller canine, Charon bared his teeth out of instinct. The coyote's way blocked, he was quick to attack; since Charon was caught unawares the coyote managed to sink its teeth into his right cheek, iliciting a surprised snarl from Charon, who jumped up to try and get away from the flurry of teeth so that he could launch a counterattack; giving the coyote's chaser, who'd been forgotten completely by Charon, time to catch up.