Haunted Wood I want my caviar in a heart shaped bowl

fangs meet fangs messily, though the girl is advantaged in her size. she surges forward, gaining a bloodied hold on the side of the thing's face and with a jerk of her muzzle, tears into its face. scream slips from the creature's throat, and it tears away from her wildly. it turns to run; the girl allows it a moment before lunging forward and gaining a grip on the thing's hindlimb, whipping her muzzle from side to side and gently encouraging the coyote to scream out again. tail lashed, and she beckons to Vanity with a low call to join in. unlike her, the whelp is in no hurry to kill the creature, and she's in a rare diplomatic mood.