First step forward

A wolverine at her beck and call. Now that would be something. She wasn't too thrilled about needing a battle aid, sure, but the yearling couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement. Still, she returned her attention to the present. Coyotes were nasty little pests, but simple enough to handle, she thought. The girl watched quietly as Sirius checked for his companions, then gave his command. "Right." She moved west as he'd instructed, stooping low, her paws pressing silently into the earth.

Mal took the path of a semicircle, taking cover in the undergrowth as she neared them indirectly, ears flicking at their chatter. With only a few lengths left between them, she dashed out to block their movement, ears pressed back and a snarl bubbling out of her lips. The coyotes startled briefly, before standing their ground and replying with growls of their own. It was three against one, or so it seemed. They were too slow to realize that Sirius and Bast would trap them in.

In a frenzy, the closest one leapt out at her. Mal met the creature head on--its teeth scraped briefly at her chest before she threw out her forelegs to crush the smaller animal beneath her. Her own teeth found the soft swell of its throat, and copper bloomed across her tongue as her jaws snapped tightly shut, its cry going silent.