Honeyed Pasture night of the hunter

His intense gaze only lasts so long while looking on the coyotes, he gives the female to his right a fleeting glance and catches something else. She cocks an arched brow at him, with a smile to boast, she sets her eyes on him in an interesting way. He smirks back to her and continues by her side until the two just head of them split drastically. She veers off to the right and he’s sure she expects Donovan to go after the one on the left. No, he’ll run after that one once they’ve dealt with this one. 

There’s only so much fun in grabbing the neck of a coyote and shaking it to his hearts desire. Where the real fun would be is splitting it in two and playing a little game of tug-of-war. He’ll watch the intestines of the animal fall out of its gaping stomach as they rip it in half. Bloody sinew stretching until it has no more give and bones dislocating and cracking from their attack. It will truly be beautiful.

So with that, he follows right behind her, albeit lagging behind now just a bit, he admits his stamina might not be as up-to-par compared to the athletic she-wolf, but he’s still able to keep up well enough. He’ll allow her to grab ahold of the coy first before he steps in. After all, she’ll probably make it to the canid before he will.