Bearclaw Valley what's fine

they swarmed.

their sharp teeth bared and their yips transforming into snarls as they snapped at the legs of the two brutes. the pack circling like vultures waiting for an opening. one darted in, aiming for cole’s flank, while another lunged toward tvar, jaws snapping with wild desperation.

more poured in from the shadows, their numbers overwhelming even as their individual attacks were erratic.

eyes locked onto the closest of the wiry scavengers, and with a powerful surge forward, his jaws snapped around its scruff.

a growl tore from his chest as he shook the coyote violently, its limbs flailing helplessly before he hurled it into another approaching figure.