Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Could a night be any more perfect? Eldi had quickly become one of the wolves within Hjarrandi that she was closest to. He was deeply loyal to Valkyrie, and though she knew little of his personal beliefs she had to hope he had similar ideals to Valkyrie, if nothing else. Eyrun wasn't foolish enough to think that everyone was half as faithful as she was, but she couldn't help but be curious what he thought as the two walked together. But her attention shifted right back to the coyotes, focused mostly on the task at hand. The sound of their shrieking cries was already beginning to excite her, and she felt the warmth of adrenaline beginning to pump through her veins.

They drew closer and the pack of coyotes stood their ground, no doubt protecting their kill. They were infringing on their territory, even if Eyrun didn't particularly want to steal their kill, and they'd soon be run off. A wild pack of coyotes hanging around wouldn't do them any good. "You could say that," Eyrun chuckled, flashing him a grin before charging at the grey male that had begun his approach. She hardly hesitated before lunging at him, hoping to use her larger size to overpower him. Instantly he lunged for her throat and she ducked, before kicking off and mirroring his moves, sending the frantic coyote stumbling to the ground - and of course her body followed, hitting the sand hard and flipping over with him, growling and snarling all the while.