Flycatcher Downs Thunder only happens when it's raining

with thin hock clapsed between her jaws, astara saw the coyote's end draw near.

it turned to her with a scream, white teeth raking down her muzzle in a searing arc. she balked, limb still gripped tightly as the pain bloomed across her face in scarlet vision -- and then, suddenly, the coyote's agony was cut short.

she released the slack limb, her fur on end and muzzle crinkled in a haughty grimace. she apprised the lioness with an approving glance, spitting tufts of fur from her teeth as blood dripped slowly down her long muzzle.