Coyote Ugly

When she was pulled ashore in Auster with hardly any memory of what brought her there, the thought of laying down some kind of roots was the last thing on her mind. Her only focus had been to survive and heal—and maybe get to know the male that had rescued her. She had done those things, but then that left her with the question of what came next. She had ventured around Auster a bit and had gotten to know the lands that the winds of fate had blown her toward and all in all it wasn't a bad place to live. She enjoyed the variety of terrains that she came across, all of them beautiful and unique in their own rights. The castle that the Hallows called home was grand and welcoming, even if living in stone walls was something that had taken her some time to grow accustomed to. The wolves that made up the pack seemed to be genuinely welcoming and she had appreciated their hospitality while she got back on her feet.

She was still trying to figure out what her next move would be, but in the mean time she was trying to find ways to make herself useful to the wolves that had given her so much while at the same time trying to get to know more of the wolves that made up the pack beyond just Mercury. That landed her in a patrol of the grove that the Hallows laid claim over with one of Artorias' siblings. While she had never really had a reason to be much of a fighter back in her old home, it was something she was noticing was a more prominent part of the lives of the wolves here and she felt like it was something she should at least become more familiar with. She was told that there was always a possibility of predators around this part of the pack's lands, but she was hopeful that she and Bowen wouldn't encounter anything of that sort while they were out.

Their patrol was pretty quiet and uneventful for the most part—or at least it was until a call for help came from the direction of the near by grove of aspen trees that make up the territory to the east from where they were currently standing. Her ears perked and her gradient eyes shot to Bowen with a worried glance as she stopped in place. There was a beat of hesitation, but she remembered too well how she had felt when she needed help and felt like no one would come. She didn't know if this situation was as dire, but she didn't want to be the one to just turn a blind eye to someone that needed help when she was capable of doing so. Without asking Bowen if she would come too, she turned toward the call and started running, eyes peeled for the source of the sound.

Soon enough she spotted the earthen-hued woman that was surrounded by a rabid pack of coyotes. She watched as a few of them began to launch themselves at the stranger and Anthea started to run faster, growling as she charged for the coyote that was closest to her. She wasn't practiced or skilled in the ways of fighting, but she had been in skirmishes with predators from time to time in the hunting trips she and her family would make so she while her movements weren't precise or nuanced, they were at least effective. She was able to catch the coyote by surprise and she grabbed it by the scruff, thrashing her head a bit before she went to yank it off of its feet, tossing it to the ground a couple of feet from her. Another of the coyote pack leapt at her shoulder in the mean time and she snarled as she turned her attention toward that one instead, biting into its front leg and pulling it off of her just as it was biting into the side of her neck.

"Anthea Dásos"