The Sunspire Boojums, snarks, spectral goats

Treason was a master of the craft and her instincts worked perfectly - seeing her catching the coyote, cleared Wraen's head of any doubts that this recruit could execute a much bigger prey with the same grace and elegance. The thief let go of the piece of meat it had stolen and was hold fast by the guardian. However the little canid did not wish to part from it's life without a giving a fight, therefore it struggled to get itself free. 

Wraen decided not to wait and see it go away. Stealing was a crime to be punished for - and people rarely learned their lesson by being talked to or being beaten up. More often than not they would show up on your doorstep again. Because, as long as food was behind those doors, vermin would flock around. Let them have a lesson then. She reached the two in few strides and grabbed the coyote's neck with skill and speed. There was a yelp and a quiet moan afterwards, when her jaws snapped the vertebrae and a moment later the thief went limp. 

Wraen let go and took a step back: "Good job. What are we going to do with it now?"