Bearclaw Valley nostalgia

if twitch knew, then ancelin wouldn't have to teach anything. the bearclaw wolves moved like a matched pair of silver blades, and he pulled slightly ahead when the reek of coyotes struck the air.
a mother nursing pups out of season. killing her would be enough; something about the weakness of the squalling kits did not appeal to ancelin's bloody nature.
he lunged for her when the creature's narrow face appeared through the foliage, sending the coyote running sidelong and hopefully into the jaws of his compatriot.