Failure of a hunt.

Hala continued to eat while the other held the brute back, glancing up every now and again to make sure that the she-wolf was alright, but prooved that she could hold her own. The dark mocha who appeared black gave the other points within Hala's book. Finishing her fill, she stretched out. Watching in amusement as she chased the coyote away. Yelling at the masculine who dared to venture closer, but got his ass handed to him.

"Fucking pests." She quickly stated out, looking to the other. "I do not think he will be back anytime soon. And thank you." However, Hala didn't state her name for the other, not yet. Not right now. Flicking her tail as she sat down enjoying the cooler night air. It however did hold a small distant promise of spring, which would bring life back into the areas.

Hala Indigo