Bearclaw Valley iron defenses

giant paws eat up the ground below as he assails the coyotes, molding himself to the movements of ameline. making sure that neither managed to peel away, his teeth snapping at hocks in flight. he snarls, teeth flash, herding the scrappy creatures toward ameline’s path. fear floods their scent, thick and satisfying.

good.

he doesn’t waste time. he picks a target, one lagging slightly behind the others. it tries to double back, only for tvar to cut it off with a powerful lunge. his jaws snap, catching the coyote’s hind leg in a punishing grip. the creature shrieks and kicks, trying to break free, but tvar holds firm, wrenching it to the ground with a vicious yank.

the struggle is brief. his jaws close around its neck, crushing down.