Bearclaw Valley a reckonin' is comin'

tvar’s ears flicked at the sound of the coyote’s final crack beneath cole’s iron grip. he shifted his weight, muscles coiled as he locked onto the scattering remnants of the pack.

he lunged toward another. the others scattering, fleeing past the border and into the surrounding brush.

his jaws closed around the scruff of its neck, and the creature let out a shriek that was cut short as tvar wrenched it backward. the momentum sent both tumbling briefly, but tvar was relentless, his fangs sinking deeper until its struggles ceased.

he spat it out onto the snow with a grimace, rising to his full height, his sides heaving as he caught his breath.

fucking scavs.