Bramblepoint i am faster than 80% of all snakes

Totally not me throwing in a coyote bc my Moonspear gal fell off a mountain.

Since her sour incident with Tumbleweed, Meridian had gone on yet another wander. As always, she would return to The Tribe in under a week's time, bringing herbs and trinkets not native to the desert. Now, returning didn't seem so guaranteed.

The russet coyote answered the frantic call by dropping her herbs and racing through the forest, hoping that whatever had happened, she was not too late. Her heart skipped a beat with what she saw next. Meridian was familiar with the dangers of cougars. Rarely, some would be seen in her natal desert, and as a pup she had heard den tales of their strength and cunning. This one was different, almost two times larger. Its pelt wore stripes of the strongest orange, and the darkest black. Pups, wolf pups, were in danger. 

Sun and shadow, holy shit! She screamed for them to run before attempting the classic coyote move. A frantic nip on the ankles of the giant feline before dashing away after the pups. She knew the weaknesses of larger animals, if it went by her plan, the cat would turn around, giving them a moment to escape. No matter the predators agility, the coyote would be faster, if only by a second. She lacked the strength to hold her own in a fight. 

She only hoped that the little ones had the stamina that she did, and that someone else heard their scream.