Honeyed Pasture one false prayer wielding blasphemy

Another wolf rushed in from his surroundings—he thought it Stjornuati until he saw that it was most definitely not his brother. The aid bewildered him, speaking volumes that he had been far from alone in this stretch of the world. The coyote struggled against them but managed to fend them off and not a moment too soon, as Solpallur’s grasp began to tire and slip on the tail.

There was cursing being had, the tail of the coyote waxy and unclean and willing to let go of flesh and hair alike as it slid from between his teeth with a resonant click. The force of his teeth clacking together sent a flash of pain as the coyote lunged after the second wolf, but Solpallur ignored it in favor to continue his charge after the smaller canine.

He would dispatch this unsavory kin first, and deal with the other later if he had to.

rolled a 1 too haha