Lucifer of the Dunes

And my dice aren't weighted.

As the yipping continues, Lucifer watches Wytche. He was thankful the foals were both okay, but at the moment she was not. As she rose due to him waking her, the stallion shifts to look behind him. The coyotes weren't super close yet, but he could hear the yipping coming closer. It was driving him mad, but he didn't move.

Turning back to look at Wytche, he gave a low sound before nudging the air between himself and the little ones. “We need to either fight the coyotes away, or start moving.” Lucifer wouldn't ever make Wytche fight, but the pack would probably be behind these two. With the aftermath of what was in the ground, it would be safer to just leave. It was that time of year for coyotes as well. They became more dangerous as they found food of any kind for the pups back in their dens.

Shaking his head, Lucifer stepped back a bit. Putting himself fully in the middle, he waited for what Wytche would do. This small grouping was important to Lucifer, which made him flex his bad shoulder. It would hurt to try and do anything, but he had to be there for them. “If we can get close to the center, Teagan will be there for more numbers.” Numbers would save them, even if Lucifer was the only one he himself would choose to fight what was coming.

Stallion ─ 18.0 hands ─ Black ─ Demon King of The Dunes