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She did not notice the wolf immediately, though it was the slight uncertainty of the fox that had her whip around and set eyes on the white creature. She blinked at the wolf a moment, realizing with a stab of disappointment (yet not exactly surprise) that all the wolves hadn't just died in her absence. Gesturing at the fox, irritated as well as unsettled, now, she beseeched, "kill it, please?" They'd both come away with a meal, and she with one less competitor. 

Abruptly the wing beneath her forepaw was wrenched free, and the fox darted away, obviously finding its window. With a yip, the coyote dove after the thing, fangs catching loosely in its tail but unable to form any real grip.