Moonspear don't you wish to purge your fears

On her rounds of the border's fringes, a whiff of fresh rabbit's blood caught her attention and pulled her path that way. She found it bringing her to the very edges of the Spear.. not a typical place for good hunting, not when just a stone's throw up the mountain were far better grounds. No scents of her packmates accompanied her either, none so far, so suspicion began to spike a ridge down her back. Not too long after the thought occurred, she caught sight of ruddy tans skirting along down at the bottom of a hill, obscured by a thin line of scrubby trees. The culprit's identity was clear -- from the scrawny coyote jaws swung a limp carcass.

She would happily oblige a chase. Even on the buffer zones of the claim, she felt it warranted, so sped down the hillside undeterred.

For a moment, she seized the element of surprise and was able to dig her teeth into the smaller canine's rump. It dropped the rabbit and let out an awful screech, twisting and thrashing away as it screamed nonstop. It stunk like a carcass already, thin and mangy-looking to boot, and its mouth smelled like rot. Amekaze's ears swung back and a bloodied grimace followed. He managed to slip her in his self-created chaos, but she was quick to pursue.

i will probably use this for a warrior specialty thread