Lone Star Mountain see in the dark

There had been little time for rest. The coyote was a detour that she had felt was necessary, but she wished it hadn't taken as long as it had, but she didn't dally after the kill, and some specs of the evidence still clung to her fur. Look, she didn't need to outsmart a CSI team here, it was just a coyote, the thing she needed was to find her kids.

And she wasn't too far behind by now, lucky or unlucky for them, the freshness of the trail had driven her on. Was this all because of Kaertok? While they might miss him, her opinion went strongly the other way. She had asked for warning of him leaving before, but if he wasn't dead under a rock somewhere, there wasn't much of an excuse. To be brief: he simply wasn't worth the effort his children were putting forth to find him. If they were just adventuring for the hell of it, they weren't much less foolish.

The howl increased her pace, and she'd likely appear on the scene far before they were expecting. Her fur bristled as she galloped forward, a pale ghost appearing from the darkness night, face lit in a snarl that grew for two reasons. She was angry, angry at the children, angry at the world, and she was in absolutely no mood for nonsense. Had the two strangers been farther from her brood, she probably would have focused on bowling the pups over and teaching them a thing or two about respecting the rules that they had so flagrantly broken. But as that was not the case, she didn't stop at a distance but continued forward to take a protective position up near her children, not feeling safe at calling them back to meet her with the way the men were positioned. Arbiter's ears were forward, tail stiff behind her, eyes flicking between the strangers. But she asked nothing with her voice, her sharp glance and teeth asking what the hell was going on from anyone who'd answer.