Moonspear higher, and higher

From somewhere in her periphery, white fur finally appeared and brought with it more onslaught. Bolstered, by not only the strength of her offspring, but now her mate's teeth added to the flurry, the coyote had little time left. Between the three of them, they made short work of it. She finished it with one last grab and crunch, which left it limp in the end.

Still held up by its neck, she gave it one last good shake--letting the broken and bloodied legs toss carelessly before she let go. Her tail waved up tall in slow satisfaction, pleased that the pest was eradicated without any incident upon them and quite glad that they had been able to maul it up together.