I'm Feeling A Bit Coy

Hackles on end and a wooden spear in her mouth, Dagrún stood perpendicular to the mouth of the den and aimed the spearhead down. With a swift twist of her head she jabbed the spear down into the den and heard a screeching, infuriated yowl. A coyote bit the end of the spear and soon the duo had a tug of war going on. Dagrún was enjoying herself, tail wagging as she toyed with the coyote. It had made a den near their border and she wasn't thrilled with that. While Fireside didn't have any pups she knew about they did have livestock and a rival predator making a home close by was not a welcome sight. Her ears flicked back as she heard paw steps behind her. Oh shit, was that another coyote? It would be just her luck to find a pack.