Her daughter's call was a worthwhile distraction from her own circuit of patrol so she would come upon her in mere moments. Downwind, but not too far away, she had not yet come into the coyote's trail herself and neither had they made a habit of being an issue lately, so they were not even her first guess here. Curiosity prickled up and down the back of her neck in the meantime as she made her way along the mountainside, not finding Charon on her way yet either.

Once there at her daughter's side, she scented the winds and rumbled gently a brief hello for the dark juvenile. Amekaze's eyes didn't linger long on her, though, and turned eagerly towards the very fresh trail her nose was indicating. She was beginning to understand everything she'd need to know. Quirking a brow and keeping her voice low and quiet, she had to ask: "Did you see it yet?" How close had she come already? The warm trail was a good sign.

Stride by stride, she was warming up to this surprise pursuit so her stride stretched out accordingly following her daughter's gesture. It did not take her long to meld into the role of not only defender, warrior, but a dash of  hunter weaving in its way. With coyote in mind, she knew enough about their sort to always mistrust them and to always expect the unexpected. As proven exactly when it came rushing back at them all at once, looking hot off someone else's chase entirely.

Hydra went right at it and she followed suit, arcing wider around it than the youth's direct route because she could hope to cover more ground and grant them more coverage. Flattening out, she bore down and kicked the speed up another notch or two.

When it would veer away from the first set of snapping teeth, Amekaze lunged in to meet it with a second. It was fast, but so was she, and it gave a scared yelp when she managed to slice down its shoulder; not a deep injury, or one with any grip for the young coyote was slick enough to avoid that, but it was enough to terrify it. In the very next second, it was darting off in a whole a whole new direction — the nearest one without wolves in it. Ame gathered her momentum again to renew her chase, and judged her pursuit based on Hydra's. She went where her daughter didn't so they could maximize their harassment.

It had to go, that was that. Dead or gone or any sort of in-between, the coyote could still slip them if it was lucky, and attentive to its flight. Amekaze was not about to give it any leeway and with three wolves somewhere on the scene here, each occupying a slightly different rally against it to further the odds in their swift success. Even when it changed course, she readily altered hers to match. But this time she let Hydra go in closer. She aimed to swing wide again. In her pursuit, she hung back, watching the juvenile gain ground from her best vantage point

The overall path was still heading for their outer reaches and downhill, but until it was well beyond, she would not relent. Unsure of Charon's location, or proximity, she focused on Hydra's. After pinning her ears, she devoted several long strides to gaining her momentum then drove towards the coyote. With her angle of approach, she hoped to steer it into changing course again (and potentially slowing more) where the closer Hydra could hopefully benefit from her effect. If not, she would gain her ground soon after and throttle it herself if she could catch it.

She never noticed Charon coming into view, so couldn't gauge where he was very well anymore as everything closed in on the coyote. Hydra unbalanced it first, and when the opening showed itself to her with time, she sprang on it and grabbed with vicious intentions. It seemed it wouldn't be outrunning them today as she made sure it fell. The coyote yelped and flailed more, this time, desperate just to preserve itself while all of her intentions were just to throttle it while she had it.

In just this go, she cut deeply into its sides at least twice, once near the shoulder and again further down the ribs--although neither were critical injuries yet, they bloodied it more. It did eventually find feet again, just long enough to scramble out of her immediate grasp but she was on it's tail otherwise. She was near, and was her daughter, so they had this covered. Soon, wounds would begin to fatigue it, adrenaline wouldn't be enough any longer, and it's time was closing in swiftly as she gathered for a new flurry of snaps--this time aiming to grab more earnestly at its neck.

From somewhere in her periphery, white fur finally appeared and brought with it more onslaught. Bolstered, by not only the strength of her offspring, but now her mate's teeth added to the flurry, the coyote had little time left. Between the three of them, they made short work of it. She finished it with one last grab and crunch, which left it limp in the end.

Still held up by its neck, she gave it one last good shake--letting the broken and bloodied legs toss carelessly before she let go. Her tail waved up tall in slow satisfaction, pleased that the pest was eradicated without any incident upon them and quite glad that they had been able to maul it up together.