Hoshor Plains To the rescue

In hindsight, perhaps stealing from them hadn't been the best idea.

Well, technically, she wasn't stealing from them; that carcass had been killed by some other predator long before any of them got there, and they were just scavenging off the remains. Really, what right did they have to claim something they hadn't even felled? Either way, regardless of that being her opinion... the small pack of coyotes did, in fact, believe their newly found meal was their sole property, and after she'd sneakily swooped in and tore off a leg then took off in a different direction, they hadn't left her alone since.

The ebony she-wolf managed to get a good distance between herself and the original carcass, even when awkwardly lugging around a half deer leg in her jaws, but those flea bitten mutts were annoyingly persistent... They were gaining on her now, dogging her every footstep, matching their pace to her's, and gradually beginning to form a circle around her, their plan being to close her in, cut her off, and take back what was "their's". Invictus rumbled, both as a warning and out of annoyance. If they were this damned good at teaming up on something, why didn't they just go hunt their own prey?!

Eventually, when the creatures got to close for comfort, one daring to nip at her flank, she had no choice but to drop the deer leg, turn around, and attempt to fend the creatures off. Ordinarily, being a wolf, and a tall one at that, she ought to not have any trouble fighting off a coyote... er, that is to say, a coyote. But with a whole pack of them, all armed with aggressively snapping jaws of sharp fangs and violently slashing claws, perfectly capable of ripping out eyes and tearing tender flesh... She seemed to have bitten off a bit more than one wolf could chew... and a growing sense of panic was starting to arise each time she swung to bite one coyote and found herself simultaneously being attacked by another.