sorry all i know is "bite things" and "love my wife"

Simply put, she couldn't wait to get her axe into some coyotes. She strode into the crypt with her head high, tail wagging, and a pleasant smile on her face that didn't seem to quite gel with what they were about to do.

There--!

Bylgja didn't speak. Instead, she let out a war-yelp and grabbed her axe, bearing down upon one of the coyotes that had the misfortune of being closer to the pack than the rest. She twisted her body to swing the axe and was met with the satisfying heft of the blade slamming into the neck of the coyote, jarring to a stop against the spine and leaving the head half-removed.