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Fin was shaking as she pulled herself back up onto all fours.  There was a look of bewilderment on her face as she spun to take in the scene she'd just barreled into.  She watched as Magpie dragged the coyote away, and then still as the small canine broke free and made a beeline straight towards Wildfire.


Finally, the cogs inside of the beta's brain clicked into place and Finley was up and running.  Before the coyote could get within two yards of the little red pup, Fin was leaping onto its back, snatching the scruff of its neck between her teeth and dragging it forcefully to the ground.  The coyote rolled onto its stomach with its legs flailing up towards Finley's face while she danced over it, jaws gaping as she searched for an opening to get to its throat.