Sawtooth Spire beruhigen

perhaps a former courtfall wolf? <3

fangs bared in the crimson wash of early dawn; mahler let the head of the coyote fall limply to the rock-studded earth.
he had come down to the foothills in search of spoor, to assure himself and also wylla that the herds had indeed come to roost. the eisen found for what he looked, but also a pair of large rawboned coyotes, a snarling couplet that only ended their posturing when he lunged and broke the male's neck.
now he advanced bodily upon the path where the female had fled, terrible and flecked with blood.