Wapun Meadow holes in your coffin

@Kaito ❤

It's a meager kill, yet the scent of blood quickly draws scavengers and thieves from the shadows nonetheless. The rustling draws her attention immediately, wary as she is. Her ears flick back as she pauses mid-tear, lifting her head from the slain squirrel with some reluctance. The scent of coyote fills the air, and she sees eyes glinting at her through the scant, hazy evening light.
And then the beasts are upon her, emboldened by hunger and perhaps hoping she will flee. She does not. She is no warrior, but her own gnawing hunger demands that she defend her meal. She lunges for the largest of the three, sensing its shock as her jaws close around the back of its neck. The other two scatter, scrambling back noisily as she grapples with their shrieking companion. She feels teeth ripping at her shoulder and leg, though it comes as pressure rather than pain, dulled by the adrenaline rushing through her. Her grip tightens, and she shakes the coyote violently, ripping its teeth away from her and snapping its neck with the force of it. By the time she's able to make herself drop the dead beast, its brethren are gone, along with her squirrel. Then the pain comes, and all she can do is sit back and force herself to breathe.