Scavenger hunt

Someone small and fast. Jael swallowed hard, making eye contact with Modesty. Her pulse knocking in her chest. Not doing ambushes today. She shifted her weight uncomfortably. Heart refusing to calm down, still whale-eyed in Modesty’s direction. It was no wonder the coyotes were upset with her, the image of the eviscerated coyote still too fresh in her mind. It looks like Calliope has something to say about it too, but thinks better. Jael can’t help how anxious the whole thing makes her. Kenway’s bump to her shoulder though… he’s a good kid. Couldn’t let either one get eaten by coyotes today.

There’s no time for that. Eight coyotes, and Modesty is quick to spring on their leader. Making sure to keep in mind what Modesty said about playing off her party, Jael’s mind kicks into overdrive. Taking off at a dead run, she circles wide back and around them. Spacial and situational awareness. Quick to flank and take out the coyotes just behind the leader, as she doesn’t like the way it looks at Modesty. The cold leer so focused on the raid queen, it barely clocks the little dog as she goes for the ankles. Slamming the first into one more, all three tumbling to the ground in a snarling, toothy, writhing mass. Hey, had to be efficient, and this was the two for one special. Not graceful like Modesty, but she gets the job done.