Whitefish River Pawprints Amongst Dying Grass

| Time: Backdated to 20th. Morning—10:35am
        | Weather: 35࿀F — Clear — Slightly windy
            | Location/Setting: Whitefish River
                  | Tagging: @Orlaith

Small coyote scuffle

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Another day, another patrol.

A yawn escaped Aliana as she started her patrol along Kaistleoki’s borders a bit later than usual. She gave a scan over the horizon for any approaching figures before raising a leg and producing a fresh marking to reaffirm the borders. She stretched out her limbs a bit, shaking out pelt before continuing on her route.

Halfway through her patrol, another scent—very distinct against the rest she was used to—stabs into her nose. The fur on her back and mane bristle with a wave of rising anger and simmering excitement. Coyote. Female.
Mangy little bastard.

She must either be really hungry or really arrogant. Either way, Aliana’s sleepiness was washed away by the need to correct this glaring trespassing and disrespect for their border. To bring about retribution that could only be sated with a swift, sharp bite. She wanted the coyote to either be running for the hills or dead on the floor; either will do. 

Aliana moved quickly but stealthy, prowling through Kaistleoki like a wolf on a mission, following scent farther into the territory. The area quickly became familiar, and she could pick up the far-off sound of hurried digging. A snarl worked its way up from her chest and to her throat like it had been hidden within her body, waiting for just this moment. It wasn’t long before she could see them in the distance. 

The scraggly coyote was now doing their best to quickly stuff its mouth full of the food it was raiding from the cache—THEIR cache. She could their eyes and head darting frantically to and fro; looking out for any wolf lunging out of nowhere. The Coyote knew what it was doing was VERY risky, but it was desperate, really desperate. If it was Spring or Summer she wouldn’t care as much as she did right now. But it was Fall, with Winter around the corner, they couldn’t afford to be losing food to trespassing scavengers.

The coyote will eventually see her; she was a mass of brown fur careening around trees and through yellowing bushes and dying grass. What Aliana hoped is she closes most of the gap between them and possibly sink her fangs into this scranny encroacher.