Hoshor Plains Even When Your Asleep

The growls continued, as did Pallas' slow trialing of the coyote's departure. Without warning it spun around to face her, its narrow muzzle crinkling in a snarl. Pallas' head and neck jerked back in surprise and her ears flew forward. She was taken aback and a furrow of hackles rose along her spine. She stopped, stiff legged with her tail flung over her head in a dominating gesture. She didn't answer the coyote -- instead her hazel eyes sought its own, her broad and hefty muzzle wrinkling in an equally savage and formidable snarl.