She could smell the coyotes from a few hundred miles away she was certain, and they were making the place reek of their scavenging-ass scent. Even her skin crawled as she moved, though she was eager to rid Insomnia of the foul pests. They certainly weren't doing anything good for the pack, but at least she would get some exercise out of it. Something she could use to rid herself of some of the baby weight that still clung to her body with no real intentions of going anywhere on it's own. She didn't have this problem with Cryptis, though she had also been quite sick then. She was nothing more than skin and bones by the time she came out of her illness, almost the opposite problem that she was suffering through now.

As she got to the dancefloor, she could spot the coyote pack running around chasing the rabbits as if they hadn't had a care in the world that they were on someone else's territory. Her eyes narrowed and her lip curled at their boldness, but she stopped to take a breath. And in doing so, she figured this might be a good time for one or two of her children to get involved. Besides, the coyotes probably weren't going anywhere any time soon anyway, and it wasn't like Insomnia was hurting for food. Dipping her head back, she let out a call to any of her children that may want to get their paws a little dirty with the blood of a filthy coyote pack.

"Speech!"

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A distant howl pierced through the peaceful air, like a knife cutting through silence. Cadaver's playful reverie near the den was instantly shattered as his ears shot up, capturing the urgency in Widow's call. Without a moment's hesitation, he sprinted towards the source of the summoning cry, a fierce determination propelling him forward. The scent of something putrid lingered in his senses, igniting a fierce spark in his mismatched eyes like embers being stoked by a fire. His paws pounded against the ground with an almost primal rhythm as he raced towards the unknown danger, ready to defend his territory at all costs.

With a rush of determination, Cadaver arrived at the scene to find his resolute mother standing tall and unwavering, her eyes fixed intently on the brazen coyotes who dared to trespass on Insomnia's sacred ground. They pranced around thoughtlessly, as if they owned the place, unaware of the gravity of their actions. But for Cadaver, the sight only fueled his inner fire for a reason he wasn't quite sure of- igniting a surge of adrenaline that pulsed through his veins and stoked the flames in his young heart. The air crackled with tension as he prepared to defend his home from these invaders. All he knew was the instinctual drive to chase the pests down and make them regret the decision that brought them into packlands. "Mom," he barked a greeting, his voice tinged with fervor and a touch of youthful intensity. "What do they think they're doing out there?" His tail swished like a whip, his eyes ablaze with determination and readiness.

"Cadaver Nightwing"