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

Wildfire halfway expected Kroc to refuse to elaborate. She surprised the youngster by telling her a peculiar tale about a renegade group of coyotes which had tried to attack her pack's young. Kroc pointed out that coyotes were scavengers. What would compel them to behave so strangely and with such aggression? Was it a freak thing or something more worrying?

"I'll let my parents know to keep a sharp eye out for them. We've had a few one-offs here and there and we know how to deal with them." Not so long ago, she and Nightjar had slain one right on their borders. The Redhawks would not hesitate to eliminate further threats. "They... didn't succeed, did they?" Wildfire asked slowly, not sure she wanted to the answer. She didn't want to think of coyotes killing and eating wolf cubs.