Blackfeather Woods I don't usually give in to peer pressure

The coyote knew it was badly hurt. A flash and Rowan saw a blood-soaked Sobek leaping for it, teeth bared. So there was a warrior within the other. 
Whatever blows Sobek had landed must've made the coyote think twice because, before long, it was running from the shaded woodland into the surrounding plains.
Rowan let go and whatever staunching his jaws had done was now let free. For a moment, he was caught under the fleeing animal and sprayed with its blood.

He rolled a few times, coving in glass and some drifted leaves and pine needles from the woods.
He lay on the ground for a moment before remembering. Sobek.
It had all happened too fast. He got up, not too worse for wear, rushing back to where his packmate was. Blood had stained his milky markings red, painted his face a warriors mask.

"Hey! Hey are you... ok..?"
His voice fell away, seeing the torn flesh, the blood. He panted, quickly nosing closer to find if there was anything he could do. Would he die? If he did then Rowan was the worst.