Haunted Wood Punishment was cure for those Who dare to cross the line

Tzila paid little mind to the pups nor Vengeance and their respective victims. She was too caught up in dealing with her own coyote, who had since whirled around to sink its teeth into the flesh of her shoulder. The pain from the smaller, needle like canines only fueled her fire, clamp her jaws down harder. Violently, she tossed her head from side to side, thrashing the screaming coyote like a ragdoll.

Down it collapsed against the earth, firmly pinned beneath the weight of her frame and the added assistance of her forepaws. Snarling vehemently and all but ignoring the multiple bites to her muzzle and face, she flipped the animal, exposing its under belly. She was vicious in the blow she dealt, disemboweling it with one swift clip of her teeth. Pearly droplets of blood splattered up and around her head, dotting her muzzle. The poor coyote, not quite dead, twitched like a sickly animal, eyes rolled back in their sockets.