Bearclaw Valley hunters

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one tried to veer off, slipping from the pack as if to find safety in solitude.

wrong move.

it was not long 'fore tvar zeroed in on the stray.

he lunges, jaws snapping shut about the creature's scruff. the coyote twisted and yelped, grimy teeth flashing in desperation. he slammed it against the ground, adrenaline thumping, blood running hot, his mind twisted with each guttural snarl.

its cries are soon silenced by a crushing bite to its neck. but tvar didn’t stop there. as the life drained from its eyes, he dragged the lifeless body back toward cole, his own growl vibrating through his chest like rolling thunder.

while cole charged the remaining, tvar went to work. teeth smacking against flesh, goring the bastard, sawing his head from his body. when he was done with that one, he grabbed the first one cole had mangled and began to crunch upon its sinew while it still struggled to cling to life.

their heads would adorn bearclaw’s defenses as a warning to all.