No den??
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04-18-2020, 12:19 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-18-2020, 12:19 AM by Hester.)
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Hester didn't respond to his waterfall of questions, instead choosing to pay attention to the looming threat. The coyote's split and walked around them both, heads low as they circled the she-wolf and Mortis. Hester watched them with a gold, calculating gaze, noting that if she pounced on one, the other would either go after her or Mortis. Likely the former, she decided. Coyotes rarely hunted in pack unless challenging a larger predator, and while she wasn't as big as Sirius and hardly as big as Mortis, Hester was most certainly bigger than a coyote.
Mortis' words fell into her ears, and that made sense. If they'd hunted on this land before, in search of poultry, they would know that wolves dwelled here and wouldn't come alone. "I couldn't agree more," Hester said as the others drew nearer. She parted her lips to speak again, to ask if the boy knew how to defend himself, when one of the coyotes struck, latching onto her left shoulder. She felt its teeth pierce first her pelt and then her skin, and with a grunt, Hester turned, latched onto the other's neck, and set her jaw with brutal efficiency. She wrenched her head to the side, shaking the smaller canine, and the sound of its neck snapping sent satisfaction rolling through her.
She dropped the body and turned to the other coyote, teeth bared and maw bloody as she snarled.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
Hester didn't respond to his waterfall of questions, instead choosing to pay attention to the looming threat. The coyote's split and walked around them both, heads low as they circled the she-wolf and Mortis. Hester watched them with a gold, calculating gaze, noting that if she pounced on one, the other would either go after her or Mortis. Likely the former, she decided. Coyotes rarely hunted in pack unless challenging a larger predator, and while she wasn't as big as Sirius and hardly as big as Mortis, Hester was most certainly bigger than a coyote.
Mortis' words fell into her ears, and that made sense. If they'd hunted on this land before, in search of poultry, they would know that wolves dwelled here and wouldn't come alone. "I couldn't agree more," Hester said as the others drew nearer. She parted her lips to speak again, to ask if the boy knew how to defend himself, when one of the coyotes struck, latching onto her left shoulder. She felt its teeth pierce first her pelt and then her skin, and with a grunt, Hester turned, latched onto the other's neck, and set her jaw with brutal efficiency. She wrenched her head to the side, shaking the smaller canine, and the sound of its neck snapping sent satisfaction rolling through her.
She dropped the body and turned to the other coyote, teeth bared and maw bloody as she snarled.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
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