Heron Lake Plateau And hell I took you up on all your threats to leave

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So I did a dice roll for Niamh and she ended up getting a 5/5 so the coyote will definitely be dead by the end of this thread. Anyone who is up for a dice-roll decided thread, feel free to join :) Given the first strike, the options can and should prossibly be weighed in the wolf's favour. So like... with a 1d5, the coyote would only manage a successful attack if it rolls a 1 or a 2, with 3-5 favouring the wolf. Or something like that. DO WHAT YA WANT :) It's more for trade progress than anything.

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If there was something that Niamh both loved and hated, it was an intruding varmint. She’d come across a coywolf near the ocean just days ago, but this one was a pure coyote, and in other words, a purebred varmint. It had trespassed into their territory and had found a cache, which made Niamh shudder slightly. This one wasn’t going to get away with it. Snow fell in soft, fluffy flakes, but Niamh ignored the serene beauty that held the Plateau in its grasp and beat a wicked warpath, following the coyote’s tracks until she could smell him not far up ahead. At that point, she arched away from its trail, as it was headed toward the borders- and put on an extra burst of speed to bypass it and stop it from escaping.

Once she felt she was far enough ahead, she changed direction, arching her trail back in toward the heart of the packlands until she could see the sandy coat of the coyote moving through the part of the pack’s territory where the plateau slanted down and leaned into the thicket, which was neutral territory. She’d found it just in time- a few moments longer and it would have made it out of their territory and possibly to safety.
But not today, Junior.

Niamh snarled and launched herself toward the coyote which abruptly dropped the half decomposed rabbit it had found but didn’t have time or the footing to get away from her sudden attack. Niamh smacked into the coyote with so much force that it knocked the gangly creature off its feet and sent it rolling, but Niamh was still on the offensive, and managed to snap viciously at one of its legs, feeling the bones crackle between her jaws. The coyote let out an awful scream, alerting other wolves in the area to its presence. Niamh didn’t care- this thief was going to pay, and there was no way it would be able to get away with a broken leg. She backed off for a moment, willing to let the coyote stumble in anguish a bit, though it couldn’t run. She considered grabbing it by the scruff and dragging it back for the Quiven kids to take down- but she knew that not all wolves were coyote killers, and that her well-meaning instruction might have been seen as something a bit more macabre than the pack was willing to tolerate. Still, the coyote had tried to steal from them, and now it was going to die. She didn’t mind sharing the task, nor did she feel bad about inevitably sealing its fate by breaking one of its forelegs. She circled the creature which snarled at her now, but remained in a defensive position.

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