Precarious Situation

OOC: Ahhh! *runs away* Y'all are crazy! Macawi just wants to be friiieeeends! Lol.

IC: "Sitri eat you, little coyote, so run. Run," the wolf said.

Macawi was about to respond with a happy reply, when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a big white she-wolf barreling toward her. She waited until the last possible second, when she could see the wolf's gleaming white fangs reaching for her throat, and then let her body go limp and rolled safely out of the way, though not without an accidental kick in the side when the she-wolf ran past her.

Quickly, she jumped to her paws, and backed away from the three angry, territorial wolves. Three against one was an unfair match, and she was tempted to forget the whole thing and run while she still had an intact jugular, but her wolf blood got the better of her, so she stayed, though she kept her distance.

Across the space between them, Macawi went over to the hare she had dropped to let out the howl, picked it up in her jaws, and threw it towards the two wolves who had not charged her. "A gift," she called to them, eyeing the white she-wolf as well, to let her know that she was also acknowledged. "Macawi wishes she had more to offer, but she was not expecting a group of Cousins - wolves, she means."

She knew she didn't have much time to explain herself before one or more of them would try attacking again, so she hurried on. "Listen to Macawi. This one's grandfather was a pure-bred wolf, like you, and her father was half-wolf. Macawi is a hybrid. A quarter wolf on her father's side. She wishes to join your pack. She comes in peace, and will not attack you or steal from you. Macawi wants only to be part of a pack again. Believe her. Please."

The coy-wolf kept her paws ready to run, but paused in her constant shuffling long enough to gaze into each pair of eyes - even the orange, rabid ones of the white female, who Macawi could instantly tell - from smell alone - was the alpha. Then, she waited, fully expecting to be barreled at again.