Hackles on end and a wooden spear in her mouth, Dagrún stood perpendicular to the mouth of the den and aimed the spearhead down. With a swift twist of her head she jabbed the spear down into the den and heard a screeching, infuriated yowl. A coyote bit the end of the spear and soon the duo had a tug of war going on. Dagrún was enjoying herself, tail wagging as she toyed with the coyote. It had made a den near their border and she wasn't thrilled with that. While Fireside didn't have any pups she knew about they did have livestock and a rival predator making a home close by was not a welcome sight. Her ears flicked back as she heard paw steps behind her. Oh shit, was that another coyote? It would be just her luck to find a pack.

Harassing his siblings was one of Finn's favorite past times, and the decision was made to try and spook her from the moment he saw Dag with her head stabbing in and out of a small den. Stalking was not one of his strong points - he found it much more entertaining to run down an escaping critter then it was to sneak up on it and have it between his paws before it knew what was happening - but he was a perfectionist, making a conscious effort to improve whatever skills he thought were lacking. He'd barely made it close enough to pounce before the tilt of his sister's ear gave his position away. With a frustrated grumble he abandoned his hunt, stomping up to her and shoving his head alongside hers towards the den in curiosity. "What've you found, sis?" Finn asked, before the small teeth jutted out at her spear and he wheeled back. "Oh." "Speech" "Thinking" "You." table art by nightauctor

Dagrún's left ear flicked back as she heard someone approach and then she caught sight of her brother Fin. Dag pulled back sharply, putting as much force into the pull as she could until she ended up sitting down hard on her butt. However, it was enough to pull the spear away from the coyote. She set it down and eyed the hole where the coyote was. "Yea, there's a coyote in there. I'm worried if there's more-" She'd barely gotten the word out before she heard the chattering howl of a coyote nearby. She turned to see a male coyote with a scrap of meat in his mouth. "Well, that might be the mate? What do you say to a little fun? You get the one in the den? I get the one with the food?"

Tyrfing didn't see the fun really in shoving a spear into a coyote den, but they were on Fireside's range and he could at least see the necessity in keeping the lands safe from even smaller predators. Dag fell back on her rear, pulling the spear free and Fin grinned at her expense. "Oh dear, looks like you've been bested in strength." He mocked playfully, but before he could tease her further a howl sounded from behind and both siblings' heads turned to see the male with the chunk of meat. Dag offered him the denned coyote and he shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, I'll get the one that over powered you, but you better share that meat when you're done with him!" He agreed, tail wagging in excitement behind him. He leaped forward towards the den, standing off to the side of the entrance and waiting, anticipating the female to come out as soon as Dag started on her mate.

Dagrún scowled at her brother. "There's more than strength to winning a fight, I can show you so after we take care of these coyotes." And she had no intention of sharing the food. She hoped to whoop the coyote, take the food and run. Her brother moved toward the coyote that was hidden in the den and as she did the coyote's mate lunged for Finn but before it could get to him Dagrún intercepted and caught hold of the coyote's right hip. She pulled her body sharply back, causing the coyote to trip. The moment it hit the ground she let go and pounced on it, her fangs seizing hold of the side of the creatures neck as she attempted to use her weight to subdue it.