Ouroboros Spine I thank whatever gods may be

Moving full speed ahead, Tonravik bowled after the thing at a quicker pace. Now Kroc and Echelon had joined her, and her tail waved over her back as the trio chased the thing without much haste but plenty of intent. Tonravik watched as Echelon snapped at it, and then she herself picked up the pace to mimic the action. Tonravik lurked behind while Echelon and Kroc lurked on either side of the critter. The coyotes had made themselves at home here, given no one had chased them away in the absence of any and all leadership. Their stay here would be short lived, in the most literal of ways. 

When it snapped at Echelon, Tonravik lashed at its hind legs, watching as she sent the coyote reeling toward the coywolf with sinister delight in her eyes, giving first dibs to the dark wolf and moving in to follow suit.