Marrow

Score! Marrow followed her nose to the scent of an hour-old kill. Whatever group had taken down the bison had eaten their fill and moved on leaving the rest of the corpse for the other predators and scavengers. Having set out on her own for a bit to explore these new lands Marrow found herself reverting to her old tactics to survive. Hunting solo was difficult, and while she planned to hone those skills, she was never going to pass up a free meal.

Marrow charged toward the kill, scattering ravens, crows and vultures into the air with a snarl. They needed to make room! Marrow settled herself down near the belly which was already partly open and began snarfing down meat. Say, if she worked her way farther in she could get the stomach! She'd heard of cooking in a bison stomach and had always wanted to try it. Motivated by craft time and hunger she ate ravenously, so consumed by this task she didn't notice the group of coyotes that were swarming the kill til they were nearly on her.

Her head popped out of the carcass, blood staining her white fur. "Oh, fuck off!" There was a good four of them. The snarled, hackles raised, intent on chasing her off but she stood her ground. "Piss off ya lazy scavengers!" Marrow didn't count, she was a scavenger sure, but she worked hard!

Her own hunger drove her toward the prairie. Knowing that something would be around, dead or alive, for her to snack on, Cal began to hunt. Not that hunting was her favorite, but utilizing her size and strength to her advantage was fun. Ripping open innocent animals was fun. Watching their blood splatter the ground and the light leave their eyes. It was glorious and she could already feel the thrill and adrenaline surge through her.

With her head lowered, hackles puffed just enough, and shoulders hunched, Calliope prowled. Further into the prairie until the scent of blood tinged her nose. Instantly she's intrigued. Pale blues searched the surrounding area until a large bison with flies buzzing around it caught her attention. Licking at her lips, Cal turns to start heading that way. After a few steps, she notices the coyotes beginning to descend on the kill as well. A growl builds in her throat. If she wanted any part of this meal, she would have to beat them there!

Picking up a bit of speed, she's surprised to see a head pop up from the other side that then begins barking at the pack of coyotes. Cal laughs and continues to charge head in. If the wolf wouldn't share when she was done beating the coyotes senseless, well then she'd make them!

Barreling toward the coyotes at full speed, Cal bashes into them as if she were a bowling ball knocking over pins. Swinging her head back and forth, flinging coyotes left and right, she doesn't hide the nearly sadistic grin that lines her pale lips.

"Speech"

Marrow

One particularly noxious coyote leapt up toward her and Marrow struck it down with a swift strike of her paw, claws out, leaving bloody lacerations across its face. It yelped and stumbled back in surprise. Heck yea, she was no average wolf and she could rip flesh with the best of them. At that moment she spied another yearling, or what looked like a yearling to her because of the girls large height, diving into the fray, tossing coyotes aside like rag dolls. "Fuck yea!" Marrow cheered as she leapt into the mess herself. Nothing like a good battle to warm up for meal time. There was enough she'd be willing to share with a fellow warrioress.

Marrow slammed her stout shoulders into a nearby coyote, knocking it down onto the ground. In a moment she was on top of it, fangs at its gut as it shrieked and kicked at her. In an effort to save its fellows another slammed into her side. She whirled on that one, fangs aiming for its face.

The other yearling's enthusiastic cry toward her entices a determination she hadn't unleashed in awhile. Swinging her head to the side, she knocks another coyote away from her as another two come leaping at her other side. Their teeth sink into her pale fur, shaking furiously until Calliope can fling her head to them and pull one off. Unfortunately for the coyotes, their larger size and strength would prove them capable of taking out the whole pack.

One coyote down as Calliope grabs it by the side of the neck, wrenching it from her shoulder, and slams it to the ground. Placing a paw atop of it, she hurriedly rips out its throat with her teeth, spitting its esophagus at another coyote that runs at her. With one still chomping at her side, she swings her butt around, hoping to fling it off as she lunges for the other ones leaping at her. Grappling with that coyote, Calliope bites at its cheeks and ears while it does the same back to her.

"Speech"

Marrow

Marrow latched into the coyotes face, her aim shocking true for her upper fangs pierced its eye, her lower fangs latching on just below the corner of the jaw. The coyote screamed and flailed, shaking violently. The one she had knocked down looked at its companions being ripped apart and rather than try and save its struggling companion it turned and fled. Marrow smirked, before using her superior size and strength to toss the coyote aside. It kept screeching and flailing before finally getting to its feet and scrambling away. Marrow licked the blood and eye gunk from her teeth. She laughed watching them run away before turning to her fellow fighter. "Damn, girl, you fight like a demon! Badass!"

Another coyote down, Calliope turns to the one that is pulling at her side. A snarl rumbles in her as she reaches back and grabs ahold of its scruff. Yanking it from her own body, she watches as it thrashes around in her grasp. It doesn't take more than a few shakes of her head to knock it unconscious. Spitting it out onto the ground, she watches as the rest of the pack goes running. Breathless, she turns to the other girl that close in age to her. Smiling wide as she licks her own teeth clean, she lets out a laugh. "You're not so bad yourself," Calliope responds as her tail wags a few times behind her, a simple but perhaps the only gesture she'll show that she would maybe be friends with the girl.

"Speech"