Swiftcurrent Creek this country is ours

The howl roused Fox from her sleep, and she blinked a few times before finally exiting the den that she and @Haunter shared. “You coming?” she asked him with a gravelly voice, although she did not wait to hear his answer. With a shake of her coat, she set off toward the epicenter of Bazi's call, loping at a swift pace. Her eyes were still tired, but she managed to arrive in a decent amount of time.

Bones and Bazi were both marching toward a group of shapes, and it took Fox a moment to realize that they were none other than coyotes. When this was realized, the yearling was suddenly wide-awake, adrenaline pumping through her as she advanced so that she was beside her white comrade. Fox's tail was held over her back, and she bristled instinctively, her eyes locked on the clan of coyotes that meant to take their herd away from them.