The cave distorts sound. Mercy should have expected as much. The way it echoes off the stony walls, the way it seems to get lost in the abyss. There's so much of it, and everything is strange. Mirrors the way she's strange. It's fascinating, actually. Mines drawing her in, but she's scouring for something that isn't ore or precious gems. Scouring, searching, mining for it, if you will. Taking everything in, though she refuses to take it at face value. With rocky floors, she could probably use that to her advantage. At least, if her quick study of the environment has been of any help to her. Yeah, it probably was.
Scruffing the first coyote in her presence, the one she'd already dialed in on, she works quick. Work quick, work deadly. Though the beast puts up a fight and a fuss, Mercy has even more fight within her. A surge of energy, a kick of excitement. Wrapping her jaws firmly around the back of the fucker's neck, the girl throws it to the ground. Though she's built with the same care as a glass figurine, it doesn't mean she's fragile. Strong. Yeah, she's got that strength to her. Snapping her jaws and throwing the thing to the stony floor beneath her, the coyote doesn't get back up.
A boy had joined her, collapsing in on the flank. Hell yeah, brother. Mercy grabs the unoccupied coyote, herding it like she'd seen the wolfdogs in her lineage do. Snapping at its heels, before grabbing a hind leg. "You ever played coyote ball?" Addressing the boy that had joined her at some point, speaking around the leg in her mouth. Holding the beast while it writhed, while it turned to snap at her face. Though the fucker landed a decent hit on her ear, Mercy doesn't relent. Why would she? Fuck yeah.
"speech"
