Ouroboros Spine Beyond this place of wrath and tears

The howl sounded and she ran, her long strides carry as fast as was possible with her heavy frame. But she would be there. She would protect. A responding note left her, short and clipped so that she could focus on what was unfolding. 

Tonravik was there, their kill, and enemies. Coyotes. Their cacophonous yipping edged under her skin, bringing forward a terrible snarl as she surged forward, coming to defend and show muscled strength and solidarity. They would run these noisy bastards out, one way or another. 

There would be no sharing between the two species, and definitely no theft by the smaller canines. Teeth snapped close to one as she came close, a paw swiping at its hide. Her raised fur and posture said everything for her. Ours.