Blackfeather Woods haven't you people ever heard of

[table width=80%][tr][td]With stable, strong paws did she keep the other down - chin pressed to her scarred chest and head removed from the other's face as far as possible. It was good she did so; a natural snap was thrown her way and it made her growl again. Nyx was the boss here. This coyote was nothing but trouble and she needed to be disposed off as soon as possible. How come no one had been walking the borders in the first place? It clearly wasn't her job to do these kinds of things, but seeing that it was so poorly handled by the rest she might as well add it to her list of things to take fucking care of.

That is what they all say, Ipik. She spat at the other, pressing her full weight on the other in a way that would hopefully prove struggling to become fruitless. Why are you here? Wanted to steal something from us, hm? Are you a little bitch thief? She questioned in her slightly accented voice.[/tr][/td][/table]