And on that misty morning

At the leaders nod, the girl sprung forward, shorter legs working double time to not be left in the dust, but with her ears pinned back and head dipped to streamline her form, the Archer-Lyall managed to keep pace. The scent grew thicker as the first russet rump came within range. She didn’t slow her step, running straight over the top of one unsuspecting coyote and sending it sprawling in the dirt as her jaws opened wide, aiming to bite over the ass of the next. Once upon a time she might have tried to tear the tail clean off, but she knew that took more force than one might expect, and she would be wasting her time focusing on one scavenger alone. As if to remind her to keep her bites short and sharp, a sting over her own hip bought her back to the present, the air filled with panicked shrieks as the second coyote fled, but the first seemed to think itself suddenly brave. She trusted Sirius was big enough to look after himself as she turned her attention to her attacker. If this one wanted to punch above it’s weight, she wouldn’t mind reminding it just why the wolves held a higher place on the food chain.

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