Heron Lake Plateau and a bad little mama with her ass in my face

The coyote still skittered sideways and away from Niamh as her onslaught continued, but it balked when Tegan joined her, and its retaliations became futile. With two wolves growling and snapping at it, it seemed to know its chances were slim to none, and rather than continuing to protect itself, it simply stopped snapping back at Niamh and began to bolt toward the borders. 

Naturally, this was not enough for Niamh. She was larger and taller than the coyote, and had come in close enough proximity to it so that even when it did bolt, she was hot on its heels. She growled and snapped her teeth as it ran with its tail between its legs, but the damage that had been done to it, thus far, was minimal. Niamh had tension to get out, so she put on a small spurt of speed and collided with the escaping coyote, bowling it over. While she didn't intend to kill it, necessarily, she did want to rough it up a bit, and began to snap at its flailing legs as it tried to get back to its feet.