Hoshor Plains Even When Your Asleep

As close as Pallas was, she was not yet close for even a long range attack. There was still at least twenty feet to cover, and the shewolf pressed ahead at a clipped pace. Her hackles rippled and she continued forward, her ears cupped ahead in authoritative expression. The coyote was quick to rise, though she made one mistake: growling.

Pallas' ears flew forward in an aggressive display and she bounded towards the thing, her tail bouncing over her hips and every tuft of her bedraggled fur flared. How dare this little thing growl at her? The Stormthorn's upper lip lifted in derision and her gums curled back in a snarl. She kept her head high and stalked stiffly after the coyote as it started walking away.