choice kingdom

Unlike Greyjoy, the skulking wraith did not wait for the coyote to be made aware of their presence. With a silent snarl crippling her features she set herself upon him -- her hackles flared like the primal rise of some wicked fish' fin -- and with staggering leaps she closed the distance and threw herself brutally at the coyote's flank. Her jaws parted, her fresh white teeth little yet lethal -- and with a thud she felt her front paws connect with the coyote's flank.

She did not wait for Greyjoy to join the fray either; she knew him capable and she knew him to be strong, and had no doubt in her mind the pewter male would be right beside her. With the coyote scrabbling for purchase, his attention would be divided from the grey consort -- and valiantly Caiaphas sought to keep it this way. She was uncaring as the coyote turned his neck and imparted wicked teeth to her muzzle -- they jawsparred and jawlocked for what seemed an eternity.

She, entwined between the coyote, showed no mercy -- trespass was a capital crime and she had every intention of savaging this creature and leaving his flayed remains at the pack's borders as a warning for any future trespasser.