Swiftcurrent Creek this country is ours

Jace reared back a step and planting his feet he snaked his head and snapped at the nearest coyote catching it's ear and he nudged the second with his shoulder. His stance was wide yet sturdy as he launched himself at the two coyotes attacking him, his blue eyes were alight with an almost otherworldly fire as he fought and dodged as his father had taught him, holding the very blood lust that his father had at bay.

He grabbed the leg of the nearest and bit down hard while he scrabbled at the other with claws and shoulders pushing it away or to the ground whichever he could get. He would rip their throats out if they weren't careful and left soon.