Blackfeather Woods haven't you people ever heard of

[table width=80%][tr][td]White brows arched angrily down the longer the coyote lingered, eyes straight at Nyx with no excuse for being on their lands. There seemed to be only one punishment for trespassing in Nyx's book; death. When she found the other had had enough time to flee did she throw her body forward, sprinting towards her with the speed of a wild Apaata - something she still truly was. She aimed for the shoulder; to run the other over with mere force rather than starting complex combat. It was how she had seen her brother once do, but he was much more a brute than Nyx was. Still, the target had been larger too. A menacing growl escaped her again, perhaps signalling others that something was going down - she hoped the other blackfeather wolves would notice that she could handle this perfectly fine alone.[/td][/tr][/table]