Every man needs his monsters. Man, woman, whatever. Don't let the allegory fall flat, just focus on the fact that Jael and coyotes aren't necessarily friends. She can't think too much about it, she can't think about how like them they are. Jael knows better than to think about it too carefully, only to lower her head and keep her guard up. Fuck, she can smell them out here.
Smell them, hear them too. High alert. A chill in her spine, fuck. Not just one, not just a couple-- too many. Not the only wolf (sort-of-wolf) out here tonight, Jael sees the man faced down with not just one coyote. The same one that had bailed her out of the whole hawk incident, as she takes stock of the situation. No fewer than six sets of eyes blinking back at them in the low light.
Mutual aid and survival. Jael knows it all too well, and she's not going to turn her back on this one. The girl's movements are quick, and she keeps low to the ground as she moves. Two coyotes to the man's rear, something she notices from high ground. Barreling for their ankles, teeth gnashing and clacking, Jael herds them off. Her teeth making contact with the coyote's hock, she's quick to grab hold. It's the only in she needs, throwing herself into full blown combat with the beast.
J A E L
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