Dawnlark Plains "you will burn and burn out;

Imaq's eyes flickered over to Lane briefly, nodding as her gaze shifted back to the coyotes -- whom had already used the she-wolves' brief distraction of silently deliberating on where to flee to, to their own advantage by inching forward as their beige hackles bristled challengingly. Imaq snapped her jaws with a little more oomph, lunging forward just enough that the coyote at the head of the group flinched before launching himself after the fleeing Glacier wolves.

The tundrian's aquamarines continuously flitted over to Lane as they ran -- as if to check that the fallow agouti was still there, still okay. Selkie couldn't have said for sure when the pursuing coyotes fell back, only becoming aware of a sudden lack of their presence behind them. Still, she pushed on towards the Ridge at the other medic's side -- panting lightly when they finally came to a stop. 

The she-dog sniffed the air as she caught her breath, scanning their surroundings for any sign that the coyotes were still giving chase. But somehow she knew they wouldn't. They had a sizeable kill that they would be reluctant to leave unattended and two she-wolves, especially pack wolves wouldn't pose much threat so far from their own claimed land. They weren't hungry enough to chase the coyotes off from their meal and the canids knew it.