Fairspell Meadow It's not murder, it's ketchup

Nothing abnormal. The wolf frowned but nodded, accepting her answer; the fiery girl had no reason to lie and even the sometimes-socially-challenged Kroc could recognize that. Her question was valid and in this, she did not keep her response stinted. If there was something odd going on with the lesser predators of the Wilds, other wolves deserved and needed to know, incase the apex predators needed to smack their revolutionary ways down.

"The bastards attacked us outright, made a go for our young. Group of seven or eight. None'f us have seen that kind of shit before, since coyotes are scavengers." Surely, something had pushed them to act that way. Perhaps it was the coming seasons, or maybe they had felt starved (even though those suckers had been pretty plump). Whatever the reason, the large Beta would make sure to keep an eye out for signs of them, the idea of revenge burning at the edges of her mind.