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

There was a certain exhiliration that came from making a kill- especially when it was one made in order to protect the pack. This coyote was the closest thing to a wolf that Niamh had ever taken down, and while it felt strange to take down a fellow predator, this wasn't something to be respected- this was a trespasser, and not a wolf, either. She tore at its underside, spilling blood and pressing in with her muzzle to disembowel it, but once the creature went still, she stopped. No need pulling at the insides of a coyote that was already dead. 

Tegan let go, and lifted his head, revealing a bloodstained muzzle and a torn lip. He tried to look at it, and she gave him a smile. Killing the coyote wasn't something she would have expected of Tegan- but it was attractive nonetheless. She chuckled at his comment and nodded. "Pretty badass." She affirmed with a nod, licking the blood from her lips.