Deepwood Weald Lost without you

Maude too was sick of this dance. Her eyes flickered with anger and madness as the coyote danced away, frustrated by its mocking flourishes. Couldn't it just sit still and let itself be decapitated?

It was time to bring things to an end. With a sudden surge of energy, Maude threw herself towards the tan scavenger, a screech raking through her throat and into the air as she leapt, intent on breaking the coyote's back with her weight alone, or at the very least snagging her fangs into some part of its body. She wanted blood, that was for sure. And she would have it.