Squall

Her hunting had gone well. Natha had been able to flush out a rabbit from beneath the remains of a tank. She was moving swiftly back to her temporary den site, the moonlight gleaming across the land. She heard the howls and her ears flicked back. Coyotes. She'd hoped to beat them back to her den but she soon found herself cut off by a scruffy, one-earred coyote who was closing in on her. Natha bolted, her prize securely between her teeth when she soon found herself in the midsts of more predators. More coyotes and a wolf. Seven hells!

She saw the male was guarding an elk shank and moved a bit closer to him, hoping her eyes and the rabbit conveyed her hope that they could be allies. She heard the shuffling of claws and whipped around just as the scruffy male coyote leapt at her. She slashed him across the face with her claws, a growl coming deep from her throat as she arched her back. One of the other males then dove for her. Natha dropped the rabbit and hissed, a yowl erupting from her throat. The coyote slowed, one ear flicking back. He glanced at the scruffy coyote, hoping for back up and at that moment Natha sprang. Her fangs latched onto the side of the coyotes face as her claws dug into its neck.