Redhawk Caldera You just put your lips together and blow

*PPs ALL the NPCs* My fingers are tingling with power! bwahahaha

Finley had been a fighter from the very start.  From the moment she fought her way out of her mama's womb to fighting her way to be the first to suckle, to fighting her far bigger and stronger siblings for fun or for lesson-teaching.  Fighting had always just come naturally to the little hellion, and thus it had turned into sport far more often than it was done out of actual need.  But all the fun and games picking fights with bears and wolverines and moose with hooves the size of her head had paid off for in the end, it prepared her for moments like these when she truly needed to put her skills to work.

Unfortunately, it seemed the past week of puking her brains out had actually resulted in little fragments of her intelligence going missing.  Instead of turning to aim her shoulder or some other stronger, sturdier part of her body towards the coyote and positioning herself swiftly after the collision to catch her balance, Finley went charging haphazardly straight into its side - Almost like a silver bullet if bullets were to trip over their targets and get themselves woefully tangled and bruised because of it.

Luckily, the coyote was so startled that it was not quick enough to take up the advantage Fin had so foolishly given it.  While she scrambled to get her feet back under her, the coyote had actually landed rather conveniently right on top of her, perfectly poised to grab Finley's throat.  The few seconds of shocked hesitation in the coyote was all the time Magpie needed to come to the rescue by lunging forward, grabbing the enemy by the nape of the neck and forcefully dragging it away from Fin so that she could get her bearings and rejoin the fray.