Blackfeather Woods damn the torpedoes!

The Blackfeather wolves were bleeding, but the raccoons even more so—and their numbers were reduced from what they'd been before. Maegi released her hold on a yelping creature and watched it flee with the others, her ivory pelt stained crimson. Panting slightly, she turned, glancing at her comrades with a glimmer of pride in exhausted eyes.

Well done, she said, smiling. She gave Rowan an affectionate nudge to the shoulder and her fellow adults pleased looks before hobbling off, heading to the creek to rinse herself off.

Take that, trash bandits!

fading and archiving here!