Coyota, Cael, & Houndrik

The darkness of night was a boon to Coyota and her kin, offering shelter from the prying eyes of the humans. And once the night deepened, the two-leggers tended to grow quieter and their roaring thunderbugs slowed to a trickle down the city roads. It was on the verge of this quiet hour that the large coyodog emerged from the Aegis den, leading two of her four children out.

Above, street lamps hummed and cast their sickly yellow glow to the pavement below. City crickets chirped, and rodents scurried about, hugging the walls of buildings and darting between boxes and debris to avoid the prowling eyes of street cats. Rodents weren't on Coyota's mind tonight though. She was concerned about two things; one, Desmon had been missing since earlier the previous day, and secondly, her children needed to fine-tune their city hunting skills. Tonight, she hoped to kill two birds with one stone.

Cael was his mother's shadow, almost quite literally with his pitch-black coat and near identical size. He was taller than his dam, with darker eyes of a honeyed hue, but he matched her step for step and tended to carry himself in the same postures and body language.

Taller yet than either his mother or brother, Houndrik was lighter and far lankier than either. One tall ear consistently flopped forward, never standing up straight like the other. His ebony coat was splashed with white along the chest and throat, while his eyes were a darker shade of brown that nearly blended with the dark backdrop of his face. He trailed further back from his family, and stopped once to look back to the Den, to see if anyone else was following them tonight.

Windcaller, War Dance & Darkwing

War Dance emerged from the Den shortly after Houndrik left, followed by the hulking, leggy figure of Windcaller. Dark pelts offered both excellent coverage in the deep shadows of the night, though Wind's size alone made it a bit more difficult for her to remain inconspicuous in the open. In these early hours though, neither worried too much about being seen, and War was quick to sprint to Houndrik's side.

"Where're we going tonight?" The brindle mix asked, bright eyed and excited for the outing.

Almost like a wraith, her deft, near-silent steps belaying her size and weight, Windcaller passed the younger two and caught up with Coyota. "Any plans, Coyota?"

The rustle of wings and a swirl of whipped-up air announced the inclusion of Darkwing. The peregrine falcon was not about to be left behind tonight, and made that evident as she alighted on the back of Windcaller. The big wolfdog grimaced at the piercing talons, and mentally lamented her lack of a thick coat. She didn't complain though, as she carried the scars of the pack's loyal falcons, as did many of the others.