boots with the fur

A familiar gravelly voice has an ear turning, the corners of her eyes squinting, though she wouldn't take her eyes off her opponents. She was tempted to tell Erik to take one of the coyotes and shove it up his ass to even the odds. She was more than capable of taking on the rodents, but she held her tongue, water deer fangs flicking forward the only sign of her intention. There wasn't really a need to drag this out. They were the biggest badest monsters in these woods, and she wasn't afraid to remind them of that.

Racing forward with a snap and a snarl, the coyotes scattered. A paw pinned the tail of one, and teeth clamped over the creatures lower spine, not biting with enough force to snap, but hard enough to leave a reminder in the morning. It left her open for another to grab her shoulder but she wanted to make sure if she let the first one go it wouldn't rejoin the fight.

A shake of her head to prove a point, a low, gutteral growl and she loosened her grip, lifting her paw to give the creature the option to flee while its companion continued to gnaw on her shoulder like a gnat.

It had nothing on ripping off one of her mushroom growths, but that wouldn't stop her from falling to the side to pin it between her considerable weight and the ground.

"speech"