Failure of a hunt.

Blackfoot

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Oh, great. The pack was definitely getting closer.

She felt a low growl rumbling in her throat as she stared out into the darkness as she waited for the shapes to materialize. Her tail lifted, head lowering while her ears pinned against her head. She hated coyotes that couldn't keep to themselves.

She paced this way and that, trying to figure out if they would grow bold enough to attempt to grab their kill. If they did grow bold enough, where would the first attack come from? She huffed louder and louder snarls as the pack grew nearer and nearer. She snapped her teeth at them, flecking saliva and blood into the air as one of their number grew bolder.

"Finish. Will keep them back." For however long she could, anyway. There was only so much she could do if they all grew bold... but for this one. Perhaps she could make an example out of him to stave the others off for longer.

The male snarled at her and she snarled back. She lowered her head, seafoam eyes studying him as she waited. She didn't run out to meet him and instead let him get closer and closer until he was within striking distance. Perhaps he thought she didn't have the bite to back up her bark, perhaps he was overconfident in his abilities... either way, it didn't matter because she had a plan of attack. Wait until he was closer...

Then she lunged, striking like a snake as she went for his muzzle but got the skin at the side of his neck close to his head instead as he turned to get away from her attack. She heard a satisfying yelp as she twisted her fangs in deeper, ripping and tearing as she wanted to tear a chunk out of him for daring to be so bold. Perhaps she would have killed him if he hadn't managed to squirm out of her grip, sans a hunk of flesh and fur.

"FUCK OFF!" She snarled at them all as she gave the male one last parting shot to his retreating tail. Not wanting to chase because that would just leave the carcass free for another to rush in.

"Dialogue"

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