Hushed Willows Comedy

Yami snarled as she darted through the trees. She had long ago lost track of the coyote that had snatched her meal out from beneath her nose, but her irritation and desire for vengeance kept her going. The storm had done a good job of covering the thieving bastard's scent, but Yami swore she could still see its tracks. In all actuality, she couldn't--it was all in her head. With any luck, she'd eventually realize that and let it go. The day old, half-eaten ground hog carcass was really not worth all of this fuss.

When she came across the other wolf, Yami paused and looked sharply at her. The stranger looked relaxed and comfortable whereas Yami looked exhausted, harassed, and like she wanted to burn the woods to the ground. "Hey! You seen a coyote around here?" she called with a growl in her throat.