Sun Mote Copse So meet me where the lights dim

Niamh shuddered with excitement when Kiwi expressed her interest in tracking down the coyote who had passed too close to their borders. Her hackled raised slightly and she licked her lips, moistening them as though she was hungry. Though she'd savagely eaten coyotes before, and had used their body parts to serve as a warning along the plateau's border, she'd more or less refrained from doing so lately. Instead, just scaring one off seemed to be a bit more civilized. She nodded. "Le's do it," She said, lowering her muzzle slightly so she could inhale the scent as they moved, and picked up a slow jog. Coyotes were, indeed, easy to track- especially when the trail was so fresh. 

"You ever fought anything bigger'n a wolf?" She asked casually, figuring that Kiwi might have experienced something along those lines, even if she'd tag-teamed it with another wolf. She wouldn't have judged Kiwi poorly, had she not had an answer to that question- she was simply interested, to see exactly how much Kiwi had been able to flex her natural badassery.