Bitterroot Valley one night only

His paws thudded to the earth were, a moment ago, a rabbit had been. he'd moved to fast,  he'd determined, and with a scowl Seff watched his dinner slip away, darting through a obstacle course of dead shrubs and rock with ease, and disappearing into a burrow a moment later. with a huff, he scanned the clearing fir perhaps another chance, scenting the air, but nothing seemed to be near-likely due to his disaster of a hunt. 

a howl broke the silence, and recognizing it easily as Freyja, the boy huffed halfheartedly his defeat, much more interested by the thought of a meal. with a final scan of the area he was in-he ought to bring something back, too- and finding it empty, he moved at a trot toward the source.

he drew near, scenting soon the rank scent of coyote. he had not noticed it earlier, but thought little of it, focused instead on finding where, exactly, Freyja was.

when suddenly the smell of coyote loomed, and the sound of snapping fangs and a feral snarling caught his attention and he launched into movement, straight toward the source and the suddenly, the scene which played out before him. Freyja, and above her a coyote, and bristling fur and flashing fangs.

hardly had he the time to feel.any emotion before he was thudding into the coyote in a desperate attempt to get it off the petite girl, jaws snapping. the coyote yelped at the sudden surprise that came with a force ramming into its side and falling to the earth beside Freyja, but was back on its feet within  momemts,  snarling at the new threat and not hesitating to attack.

the next few moments were a confusing mess of fangs and fur and blood for the boy who could hardly be called a warrior of any kind, yet a feirce anger and desperation had him hold his ground.

his luck hardly lasted, and finally he felt the oppressive grip of jaws around his neck, bring back a sudden memory of a cave and a red eye demon. fur tore and red soaked his fur, but with a yowl and a feirce backwards tug, he evade the killing grip and launched a final, desperate attack. his jaws snapped on the coyotes muzzle, and as if deciding it ought to find an easier meal, it turned tail and fled, leaving the boy numb and soaked with crimson as he simply watched numbly. 

then he was turning back toward Freyja, panting and bloodsoaked and quite simply a mess, fear in his gaze. adrenaline was a barrier between him and feeling the full extent of his wounds, and now he worried for the girl he had glimpsed underneath the slavery jaws of the coyote. she had to be alright. had to.