There are flowers growing in my heart

Lea's eyes momentarily found the form of another yearling. At least she thought they were, as they came in and immediately started dealing damage. She offered them a quick bow of her head before turning on the closest coyote. A feral snarl ripped through her pretty face as she opened her jaws wide and crushed them around the throat of the closest coyote, not enough to kill but enough to leave lasting damage. She shook it once, twice, and then dropped the now fleeing coyote.

Then she looked to the rest, growling out her warning as she charged them. A dangerous gleam took over her usually entirely sweet demeanor.

"Talk"