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Ignoring the smarting of her muzzle, she chased and gained her ground on him with every surging stride forward. He was fast, but so was she, so the second things began to escalate, she was just as quick to take advantage of it. Charon's arrival gave her first advantage, slowing up the coyote, although the price was seemingly his cheek. A new blood scent twinged the air although she didn't take the time to look for the details, she had the utmost of faith in her co-alpha that no mangy rodent like this would deter him.

In the very next breath, she realized Floki's presence on the scene, and this cut off another escape route for the culprit. This was when she closed in, silently descending on the coyote with all the momentum she carried forth from the pursuit. She dug her teeth into his ribs and forced another pitiful yelp from him that he, naturally, paired with more wildly desperate squirming -- and this time, his rotting teeth missed her, of that she took care to avoid.

With a roll of her neck, she mercilessly slammed him to the frozen ground. He yelped again when he hit and she sneered until his slipperiness got him free, although not without leaving a chunk behind. He scrambled back to his feet to turn his flailing jaws on the other nearby wolves -- probably an effort to create an escape opening, or just blind aggression in the face of being so outnumbered. Amekaze spit the wad of flesh and hair out before whirling back on him, ready to follow up.