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although jr's instincts always operated in 'fight' mode, it is triggered the moment she notices the two smaller canines.

her gaze locked on the slinking beasts raiding the rise's caches, she wastes no time in taking off after them as the burnished woman had moments before.

jr does not follow in lilia's steps though, instead arching around in the hopes of cornering at least one of them. the rush of adrenaline, the endorphins give her a satisfying battlerush and she itches for a scrap.

for a fight.

chasing them off just didn't seem like punishment enough and following a fight was a language she could understand without effort.

she veers sharply right towards one of the coyotes, gaining speed; teeth snapping at it's hind leg.