Heron Lake Plateau and a bad little mama with her ass in my face

He quieted down, which was fortunate- as the scent trail they were following became stronger and she froze when she saw it in the distance. Tegan lifted his head and commented, and went still as well. She watched it for a moment- it was blissfully unaware that it was being watched, at the moment. Though she was still tired from hunting continuously for both herself and Screech, she had no reservations about running an intruder out. She felt Tegan's eyes on her, and crouched slightly, before she sprang forward. 

She was silent when she lunged, closing the gap between them and the coyote, but as soon as it turned its head and saw her approaching, she snarled. She didn't merely mean to frighten it away by growling from a distance- this coyote had it coming and in her opinion, the damn thing was asking for an altercation by traipsing into their borders. In Niamh's opinion, that was a criminal offense- and she was quick to deliver justice. 

It tucked its tail and made to skitter away, but Niamh had closed the gap too quickly for it to leave unscathed- and if she had her way, she'd make sure that if it left at all, it would leave with a few injuries to punctuate her point. She didn't watch for Tegan- she attacked swiftly, without hesitation. She snapped at its haunches and managed to slow its process, initiating a brawl. The coyote turned to snap at her, but she would certainly not back down.