Porcupine Ridge The hills of Hollywood on fire

There were few instances where Farstep's panther-esque strength was made evident, partly because he didn't like to use force and partly because he didn't often have to, but as he flung the smaller canid away with a crushed skull, it was apparent he was stronger than his body suggested, corded with sinew and graceful power rather than brawn. The male coyote managed a few rattled breaths before its brain swelled grotesquely and it shuddered once in death. The female, having skittered away from Diane, her expected her to do the reasonable thing.

But coyotes weren't reasonable creatures, an assumption Farstep too often made. In a blind rage she hissed, shrieked, and threw herself to the wolves, a frenzied kamikazes aiming to cause as much damage as possible before sharing in the inevitable fate of her mate.