Dragoncrest Cliffs if you wanna break these walls down

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She hears Arlo following after her, no doubt with the same intention as she: find the threat. Eliminate the threat. She is reminded, vaguely before she shoves the thought away with a bitterness that she uses to fuel her ire at the coyotes, of the time her and Freyja chased a fox out. This time she took no commands but her own. This time she would not stay her teeth. This time she would show no mercy. She pushes herself harder, faster, giving into the archaic instinct to protect what is hers. She is no leader but she is Gona and she is tasked with the protection of Drageda and all the lives within. Blood or not they are family. They are Drakru. She does not break her pace as her gaze finds them and zeroes in on the duo. They are scrappy and filling their bellies with stolen food. Their attention focused — for the moment — on their loot than the warrior princess rushing towards them. She lets out a guttural snarl as her lips peel back from her teeth as she throws her body at the nearest one flurry of fur and snapping teeth as she tries to pin him down with her weight. Her muzzle tucks close to her throat to protect it as she wrestles the coyote to his back, her teeth snapping at empty hair and grazing flesh as she aims for whatever flesh she can sink her teeth into.

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