Haunted Wood I want my caviar in a heart shaped bowl

Two, she could hear both of them now. Especially since someone had joined her assassination.
One was snarling, the other hurtling towards the ambush.

Vanity tracked the movement, then pounced, latching onto it with her jaws, and throwing it to the ground with her surprise and power. Coyotes were just about the same size as her anyway.
It screeched and she worked her jaw to its neck, pinning it in a death grip. 
She choked the life from it, holding it in her legs while it struggled.

She stood once the life was drawn from the creature.
And went on the hunt for the next.
Of course, Hela was the one who'd found it and was now battling it, so Vanity watched and waited, observing her technique.