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Tonravik heard another approach. One by one, the scampering creatures were decimated. Her tail waved over her back, having plenty of fun as she turned to redirect her attention to another scampering coyote. Echelon was soon with them, and Tonravik nearly confused the slight wolf for a 'yote herself were it not for her dark coloring. So she was able to withhold from snapping at her aokkatti, watching Echelon drag the critter her size (although, smaller and narrower) toward its proverbial guillotine: her fangs.

She peered sidelong, looking to the coyote Iqniq held. Tonravik was a woman who sent messages in body count and bones, not word of mouth. So she snarled to him, ear turned toward Echelon as she heard the panicky yelps of the dragged adolescent.