Coyote Ugly

Up above, Bishop flew, the obsidian raven leading the way towards those in need of aid. The pair had been out wandering when the call rang out through the air. Bowen wasted no time in changing her course, the small fae's streamlined body cutting through the aspens until she reached a pair of wolves, one of which she had seen in passing. The other was an unknown. It didn't matter though. Bowen wouldn't leave anyone to their fate if she was capable of doing something about it. Though still relatively new to the fighting game, she knew that she could offer at least a little assistance.

The raven dropped down from the sky, pestering and harrying the coyotes that had converged on the two women. It distracted them enough to give Bowen an opening. As one of the coyotes attacked the gold marked woman, the lithe, copper and cream fae dove towards it, jaws open. Small, sharp teeth latched into the side of its face and the beast instantly redirected its attention onto her. Bo grappled with the somewhat equally sized predator for a time before a rather painful twist to the flesh in her jaws brought a squeal from the coyote. She released it and the canine promptly ran off.

Fur flew as the two species continued to collide, grunts, growls and snarls filling the air. Chunks of sod were ripped from the ground during the fight from the sheer power of the twists and turns of the combatants. There would be no mistake that a battle had occurred here. Hopefully the proof would be in the landscape alone and there wouldn't be any bodies left behind. It was always difficult to tell, however.

Bowen released a pained yelp as sharp teeth bit into one copper marked hip. Being so small, she spun quickly, biting into the face of the coyote. A canine tooth struck the beasts eye, sinking through lid and the concealed orb behind. The coyote shrieked and tore away from her grasp, tail tucked and running for cover. Bowen's hip bled, but the adrenaline kept it from hurting too badly. The rest of the coyotes, seeing that they were on the losing end, slunk off into the trees, leaving the trio of women alone and victorious.

"Bowen"