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jr's focus is like a sniper's; the thief in her crosshairs. it's easy for her, in this, because there is no outside noises to distract her. it was also a vulnerability but she feels safe enough in the rise and confident enough that the burnished woman has the other coyote distracted that she does not worry about it.

she takes a bit of skin and fur the first snap.

the second snap brings it down. thin ankle betwixt her jaws; a violent twist of her head given.

but it is quick! quicker than she anticipated, it swings 'round quick and sinks it's teeth into her shoulder.

her cry of pain is a pitiful keening; that is more breath than it is sound.

the coyote's teeth cut sharp, white hot pain radiating along her shoulder as she wrenches it free. it distracts her and allows the slippery thief time to scramble to it's feet.

she tries to give chase, but it escapes the territory and she ceases her pathetic limping after it at the borders; breath pushing out of her lungs in harsh snorts. angry at the thief and angry at herself.