Three is Company, Seven is a Crowd

Blood smeared her muzzle as Natha tore into the flesh of the deer. It had been a lucky find. She'd seen the doe collapse, its breathing labored and peppered with coughs. Respiratory illness seemed to be going around the deer population which was a bit surprising for summer but with ash from the volcano still lingering in the air she couldn't say it was all that surprising.

Of course, she hadn't been the only one to notice. Her ears twitched as she head the call of coyotes in the distance. If she counted right it seemed like a group of four were headed her way. Crap, she'd only just gotten the hide out of the way and she quickly started snarfing meat as fast as she could. Natha was a passable fighter but she hated being outnumbered. Now if she had at least one ally that would be a different story.