lemme know I'm still alive

More coyotes? Hell yeah. From somewhere not so far off, Hazel could hear a yip too-- yeah, definitely coyotes. The girl's heartrate started to climb. How strange... how incredibly strange. That was okay, she could do this. She could do this but maybe not alone. Well, whether she could or not, Hazel would need to. Fight or flight baby, and she'd stand and fight. There was the scent of another wolf not far away, and they could be the confidence boost she needed. That certainly would be helpful. The coyotes were trapped between her and a boy that was around her age. Fantastic. Oh it was on.

His snarl was matched by Hazel's, and her head dropped. The coyotes were no match for her. If the boy had skill and stubbornness, Hazel had ferocity and zeal. Her green eyes flashed. With a brilliance, Hazel sprung onto the nearest coyote. The red and pale girl didn't hold back-- take no prisoners. No holds barred, she went for the creature's throat. A snarl ripped through her body, and she was noisy as she did. A shriek from the predator, but she wasn't letting go. She couldn't let go, not until the thing dropped. Hazel was ferocious, doing her best to hold to the coyote's throat, pulling and ripping as she could. Dangerous? Probably. But damn this was fun.

"Speech"