Sunset Valley my tongue will tell the anger of my heart,

She was reminded of how Tzila had defended the borders from a foolish coyote. How the crimson woman had come alive with growls of such fiercity.

Iana attempted to do such here now.

Close to Imaq as a protective packmate (friend, confidant...) should be. Her throat bubbled with the angry sounds as she snapped in warning at the coyotes. Her body language made it increasingly clear what she urged them to do.

Go!