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As the male ran, at first anyway, Nyra had turned to go help Whrist. But then the mate of the female returned to aid, forgetting that danger was right behind him.
The Harbinger roared as she met the male from the flank, seeking his throat and his life-blood that she sought to stain the ground with. This coyote had forfeited his life the second he returned instead of continuing to run. 
If the wolves had their way, these two coyotes would both be dead tonight.