Dawnlark Plains "you will burn and burn out;

yeah, that works fine!

Imaq hadn't quite made up her mind when the wind shifted and she suddenly found herself staring into four pairs of tense, hungry brown eyes. Instinctively, her fluffy hackles bristled and the fur along her spine prickled as her lips twitched back into the beginnings of a defensive snarl. A splotched tongue rasped along her speckled chops of cream as the Selkie fought back the urge to flinch and snap towards Lane's direction as the she-wolf appeared at her side. She offered a low noise of apology, relaxing a bit with a comrade at her side.

"Aya," she breathed uncertainly, watching as one of the coyotes took a step forward. All thoughts of chasing off the coyote band had fled. They needed to get Lane out of here, there was no need to risk her pack mate's unborn children when their pack's caches were already well stocked.

She rumbled a low warning to the coyotes, edging back a step or two to make an escape -- glancing to Lane to make sure she was coming too.