Lake Rodney fine young cannibals

It was very dark, so dark that Juria had walked in to a god damned lake as she passed it - but to be fair she had been startled by the strangest sound she'd ever heard. Now, faced with this small dark-ish blob, things were only a little better. The stranger's odd markings made them easier to see for the plainsrunner; however, they were fast and they knew precisely where to step, as if they could see without issue in the dark. Juria was taken by slight surprise when there was a face grabbing for her forelimb in the next moment. But she did what came natural - she pulled her leg back and thrust her own head down, mouth gaping, and tried to grab the stranger by the back of the neck. Juria was larger, older, and likely more trained - but she couldn't see well, and the smaller wolf knew the terrain; they might've been evenly matched.