The coywolf's departure from her side was like a air whizzing out of a balloon, Kipling felt that she could at last breathe normally. She wouldn't have minded as much if she didn't feel like she had been put on the spot, especially with such short notice. It wasn't easy going from rabbits to this. Suffice to say, caught up in her own self centric whirlwind of thoughts a lot of Kipling's focus on the hunt drifted while Red took care to skirt around the herd.
Then the Earth began to pound around her, and that really did the trick when it came to catching Kipling's attention. Frozen in place she watched as the small wave of beasts came swiftly towards her, the other she-wolf certainly hadn't forgotten her duty in all of this. I'm going to die. There was still hope, despite being locked in a state of shock her body shakily emerged from it's hiding place in the grass.
She'd popped out much too soon, and several of them took the cue to dart around Kipling which she was helpless to stop. Bounding forward in a blind scramble to cut off at least one of their paths, she ended up playing "this way or that way" with a single doe. Still too far to snap and wrestle, which was meant to her responsibility in all of this, she managed to feign herself closer but was exhausted from all the hopping at that point.
So when she moved to snap her teeth onto the prong's side, her bite fell short, the panicked animal quickly dislodging itself as flew by. Toppling Kipling over the in the process. FUUUCCCK!
Frustration howled out of her panting mouth, not bothering to watch what direction it flew to as she struggled to roll onto her feet.