Fox's Glade why, why, why? to help my family?

Taking them out unawares was easy - no doubt - but Sarah had got some sense of a warrior's honor. The other person deserved a chance to fight for it's survival, they had to see their killer face-to-face. When they died, the last face they had to see was hers, looking down at them and smiling. 

While she waited for the other to wake, she traced the scrawny she-wolf's body with her eyes. Noticed her bony frame, stopped, where teeth and claws of others had torn her flesh open, leaving open wounds, reeking of dried up blood, foreign saliva and a scent of sickness.

All details spoke of an easy target, but in her long life she had learned not to underestimate the enemy. Especially if provoked by fear of dying. Therefore she stayed still, observing her victim quietly and, when the sleeping beauty finally opened her eyes and greeted her with a snarl, Sarah's somber expression changed to one that was slightly amused.

She got to her feet and took few steps closer, her cold and steady gaze locked on coywolf's face. A cat approaching a mouse.