Hoshor Plains a feeling that consumes

Not sure what's happening in the other thread, so yay for being vague.

Constantly torn between wanting to go to them and fearing their rejection, Tomahawk nearly jumped right out of her socks when a coyote suddenly appeared before her. Instantly, her hackles raised and she growled lowly in her throat, even as he questioned her. "I take nothing from them," she seethed through bared teeth. "They may take whatever they want from me." Somehow, in her twisted little head, that was more agreeable than being an outcast as she had been for so long.

"What do you want?" she spat, eyes glaring at him. Unlike the female wolf that she had encountered, this coyote was an equal opponent. If it came down to it, Tomahawk was certain that she had a decent chance at defending herself. Her current condition was forgotten for the time being, hate cursing through her veins in place of the lust she had felt for her masters.